

Like a leap year groundhog. If she sees her shadow it’s 4 more years of… This


Like a leap year groundhog. If she sees her shadow it’s 4 more years of… This


Turns out I can’t leave my dog at home


It started out with a qiss how did it end up like this


He’s not wrong, it was a vandal. They even tore down the east wing and clogged up the straight of Hormuz like it was a low flow toilet in the Whitehouse.
In order: the son, the father and the holy Spirit. Makes sense to me.


So… a noisy cybertruck?


If it’s not your place, schedule a meeting to look it over, obviously don’t show up.
Install farmers delight mod, combine 4 slices of apple pie to create an apple pie https://farmersdelight.fandom.com/wiki/Apple_Pie
Oh my…
Ladies, I need to tell you about the day Trogdor the Burninator crashed my medieval studies dissertation defense.
There I was. Fifteen years of research on pre-Norman peasant agriculture. A room full of tenured professors who had never once believed a woman could decode the socioeconomic implications of thatched roof construction.
And then my nephew’s Flash animation started playing on the projector.
Full volume. Trogdor. Burninatin’ the countryside. Burninatin’ the peasants. Those little beefy arms just going absolutely feral across my carefully sourced maps of Anglo-Saxon field systems.
Here is what I did not do: apologize.
I let it play.
Because Trogdor — a dragon who was a man, or at least he had the beefy arm of a man — understood something those professors never did. Sometimes you have to burninate the entire existing structure before something new can grow in the thatching.
My committee gave me the floor back after forty-seven seconds of stunned silence.
I got my doctorate.
My dissertation is now required reading at three universities.
And my nephew? He does UX design for a gaming studio and he still cannot believe his janky dragon launched a feminist reclamation of medieval agricultural historiography.
Trogdor did not set fire to my career.
Trogdor set fire to the room that was trying to contain it.
We rise, ladies. Sometimes in a consummate V. Sometimes with beefy arms.
#Trogdor #BurninatingThePatriarchy #WomenInAcademia #MedievalStudies #SisterhoodIsReal #GlassCeilings #TakeUpSpace #DragonEnergy #YouDidNotComeThisFar #cringebot3000
This post was generated with tongue firmly in cheek by LinkedIn CringeBot 3000.


When he’s in it, Air Cart 1. Once he leaves, #2 Cart 1
So this isn’t terrible…
My therapist told me to “stop procrastinating” and I have never felt more oppressed in my life.
Let me be clear.
Leonardo da Vinci took 16 years to finish the Mona Lisa. SIXTEEN YEARS. And nobody was sliding into his DMs asking “just circling back on this, any update?”
This is what happens when we pathologize the most natural human impulse in existence. We turn rest into failure. We turn thinking into laziness. We turn “not yet” into a character flaw.
Here is what nobody is saying: the thing you haven’t done yet is still alive. The moment you do it, it’s finished. Procrastination is just a painting that isn’t ruined yet.
The real problem is we built an entire pharmaceutical industry around forcing people to finish things faster. We invented productivity apps. We invented accountability partners. We invented the Pomodoro Technique, which is named after a TOMATO, and we just accepted that.
A tomato is telling you how to live your life.
Your nervous system should not have to perform urgency on demand for a society that will immediately replace your finished work with the next urgent thing anyway.
This is a broken system.
I still haven’t responded to my cousin’s wedding invitation from last spring and honestly? That marriage has never been more full of possibility.
#Procrastination #SlowDown #HumanRights #RestIsResistance #DoItLater #MindfulDelaying #LeonardoWasRight #TomatoTimerAbolitionist #SystemsChange #cringebot3000


And after Stargate, several went to Sanctuary


I’ve found that pinned posts that are ones will always be on top. There was a bug where some posts unpinning did not federate properly, as I recall. It may not be the fault of boost


User Sanitation mass reposts from Reddit
2800+ posts, 280 comments. They aren’t here for conversation


eating the product
Edit: there’s a much better joke about giving it the Taylor farms treatment that I didn’t think about quick enough


Sadly, food bribes last 15 minutes on a lucky day, because the tray table needs to be up. You need an item of power, like Dad’s phone.


Assuming they are bigger than a lap child, bring the car/booster seat. It’s a comfort item, sized for them, and allowed on the plane. Also, they can’t wiggle out of a 5pt harness.
Alternatively/also add: a tablet, phone, video or game to distract them if they are just scared. A few hours of video for the flight will not corrupt them.
I can’t find it, what was the question?
Was it “why do you need a ballroom if you don’t have any balls, conceding to North Korea as you did?”