Look, it’s a squirrel!

Add a disk and migrate to raid 6.

Well, you can stuff your wounds with the silky smooth sand and shards institutional toilet paper, me, I’ll be looking like a Yeti with all those tampon strings…Damn!

Today I learned nothing. Bad link.

Good call. I like that.

What’s that? Is it the sound of Energy Cost of Energy knocking at the door? Oh, and look at this, they’ve left a pamphlet titled “The bell tolls for thee, intensive input agricultural base, it tolls for thee”

Yup, I’m guessing that’ll do it all right. Knit a few pairs of socks, and just normalize the world away!

This is why we are doomed. People take a look at the dumpster fire that’s life now and say, “Have you tried knotting socks and not being sad?”

Myself, I reply with what I hope is understanding and compassion, and say, “Yes indeed, things look bleak. You, unknown internet person, are not alone in feeling this way”

Chicory. Nice pic!!!

Save you some reading time: None of your damn business. Health care is between a doctor and patient and ain’t our concern.

Excellent. We’ll done.

Love it!!!

I went the other way, built my house out of structural pigs…

Those and round phone jacks about every 10 feet or so. There’s a phone jack in the hallway! Not even connected to a landline anymore. And because we opted for the ultra-deluxe old home, an intercom system that made a zapping noise accompanied by a perfect little curl of smoke when we turned it on for the first time. Yeeeehaaaaaa!!!