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I’m going to stop calling it the cot/caught merger and start calling it the cock/caulk merger and linguists can’t stop me or else you’re a prescriptivist!

I, a dirty American, have been on the ground in Europe for less than six hours and I have already been radicalized by functional public transit.

This post brought to you by train à grande vitesse.

Good morning. I mean, technically, Doomed Morning Under A Sky Of Roiling Blood, but look it's a rhetorical thing.

Treated myself to some "We Made It Through Waitress Tech" pie. The first slice is about as intact as I feel.

i have an Excel question. does anyone know what formula to use for when you don’t know what to do about anything at all anymore

I need to stop caring about anything other than fourth-tier English football. Fourth tier English football should be the sole focus of whatever remains of my flicker of consciousness.

Today (and every day) I would like to reiterate that I didn’t care about the Chiefs before it was cool.

I, for one, am pretty fond of Canada.

ANYWAY, sorry, here's a bird. Pause and regard the bird. The bird is happy, for the bird has found a peanut. May we all find the small joy of finding a tasty snack today.

(photo by me)

hungry, but too tired to cook? try an entire bag of frozen edamame. you will certainly not regret eating an entire bag of frozen edamame.

It’s fun trying to find that line between “I need to remain vigilant of the horrors afoot” and also “oh no my heart is racing and my jaw is making weird creaky sounds and I can taste pennies.”

In the process of deactivating my accounts elsewhere on the social internet but anyway here’s a picture of my cat