*delighted chuckle* *delighted chuckle *delighted chuckle *wrenching sob*
THEY DELETED ALL THE COMMENTS FROM THAT TIME NICOLE POSTED ABOUT A BOOK CALLED "GOD'S DOODLE" AND EVERYONE STARTED REPLACING A WORD IN FAMOUS FIRST LINES AND QUOTES WITH THE WORD "PENIS". That was truly the best thing I've ever experienced on the internet. This must be how the Alexandrians felt when their library burnt down. AND WHAT ABOUT OG MALLORY AND GHOST AND EVIL MALLORY?
Those rubber things on the front are not brakes, they are a trick and if you try to use them you just go flying forward onto your face, OBVIOUSLY. WHY WOULD ANYTHING ELSE HAPPEN UNDER THE LAWS OF PHYSICS. Relatedly, the last time I went rollerblading involved me holding an ice cream cone in each hand and slowly starting to roll down a hill towards a canal, unable to use my "grab onto stuff" method of stopping. Eventually I went with the "run into the side of a truck and drop ice cream everywhere" method instead.
I need to have those. I need those for me.
I gave up on wheel throwing almost immediately (So hard! So physically difficult!) and have been happily handbuilding since. I recommend it. Sure, I can't create a beautiful vase out of nothing in like five minutes like my classmates, but I CAN spend hours sculpting one small porcelain beetle.
"Sent from my iPhone" is killing me for some reason.
I have been watching Ghost Whisperer on Netflix and it is so dumb and I don't believe in ghosts or the afterlife at all but god damn if I do not cry like 80% of the time when the ghosts finally resolve their issues with their families and go into the light.
This can be a book thread because I just need to let everyone know that there is a book called "The Dead Duke, His Secret Wife and the Missing Corpse" which is about a sensational Victorian legal case. I haven't read it yet but I assume it is great.
I don't have a cat but I want to start a cat thread because I have a story: yesterday I was walking on a canal path and saw this cat in the weeds across the canal, staring intently at some ducks who were treading in place in front of him. He was all hunched down like he was planning something and then he saw me and started slowly backing up the bank while staring at me like "who me?" until he got behind like two plant stalks, at which point he decided he was hidden and kept staring at the ducks. I waited for a while to see him take a flying leap onto a duck/into the canal, but no dice.
Ugh, there is a guy at my work that does that "answering a different, easier question" thing to me constantly, like that never doesn't happen if I ask him a question. I hadn't fully pinned down why I hate talking to him so much.
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