sgazzetti
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Never broken a bone. Mercator’s projection deplorer, Grice’s maxims supporter. Like patience on a monument. Fascist-hating army vet in The Land of Enchantment.
Apt. It can also be pronounced ‘die, heiresses’ as a treat/mnemonic.
November 29, 2025 at 9:58 PM
Apt. It can also be pronounced ‘die, heiresses’ as a treat/mnemonic.
The two dots in this case are called ‘diaresis,’ and as far as I know the New Yorker is the last place insisting on it like grammar prisses.
November 29, 2025 at 9:53 PM
The two dots in this case are called ‘diaresis,’ and as far as I know the New Yorker is the last place insisting on it like grammar prisses.
This is probably the full extent of my powers, though we do have a permit to cut a tree in Cíbola National Forest. Harvesting our own tree might put a shot in the arm of the whole holiday spirit. No promises.
November 29, 2025 at 1:10 AM
This is probably the full extent of my powers, though we do have a permit to cut a tree in Cíbola National Forest. Harvesting our own tree might put a shot in the arm of the whole holiday spirit. No promises.
The spirit is the reason for the season!
November 29, 2025 at 1:02 AM
The spirit is the reason for the season!
I better not hear any ‘whooshing.’
November 26, 2025 at 5:26 PM
I better not hear any ‘whooshing.’
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the novelization is pretty great too
November 23, 2025 at 4:36 PM
the novelization is pretty great too
C.f. 5 November 2024:
November 21, 2025 at 1:22 AM
C.f. 5 November 2024: