here’s to all the things you survived quietly and privately this year
here’s to all the things you survived loudly, to the dead horses you beat to death, to the shit that makes you scream
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here’s to all the things you survived quietly and privately this year
here’s to all the things you survived loudly, to the dead horses you beat to death, to the shit that makes you scream

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It's Autumn, which means if I make a Big Pot of Soup it will Fix Everything. No one fact check me on this. We need to let the soup speak for itself.
Bastard Time
Take what you need and pass it on:
A hug
A smile
A joke that makes you belly laugh
A snack
A butterfly in the sunshine
A grilled cheese cut diagonal and a forehead kiss
An encouragement: “You’ve got this!”
A nap
A high five

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Something I made while dealing with my own stuff and hoping drawing this would pick me up somehow. Maybe it worked.
FT my cat. His name is Mischief
hi post i made years ago. good to see your circle back to my dash
When you thought it would be easy peasy lemon squeezy but it turns out to be difficult difficult lemon difficult.
Wait that’s actually really good, gonna pop this out of the tags
dreamed there was this big moth with the soul of a 3 year old girl in it and when she wanted to be held she’d do this
There was a young man from Peru
Whose limericks stopped at line two
There once was a man from Verdun
There once was a man from the sticks Whose limericks stopped at line six. They were fine till line five Then they took quite a dive — But the problem is easy to fix If you just ignore the last line, it doesn't even follow the rhyme scheme oh god I've really lost control of this thing I'm so sorry...
There once was a man
From Cork who got limericks
And haiku confused.
There once was a man from the sticks
Who liked to compose limericks
But he failed at the sport
Because he wrote them too short
@limerickshere
There once was a fellow named Dan, Whose poetry never would scan. When told this was so, He replied, "Yes, I know-- It's because I try to squeeze as many syllables into the last line as I possibly can."
On Tumblr did lasses and lads Their way with fail poetry had. You're having your fun But you're fooling no one - It takes skill to do something this bad.
my name is cow
and when i see
this tumblr post
it gives me glee
i think real hard
for words to pick
so i can fail
at limerick
There once was a [person] from [place],
Whose [body part] was [special case].
When [event] would occur,
It would cause [him or her]
To violate [law of time/space].

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5 minute fanart
Icecargo
they're on a video conference
This one had a halo right out of the bag, so I present to thee Saint Marsh of Mallow
Just need to figure out what he is the patron of
We pray to thee Saint Marsh of Mallow
Though you can't make fertile what's fallow
Yet still we keep your saints day hallowed
The patron of the sweet yet shallow
Of burning embers soothed like aloe
O, pure and bright as rendered tallow
We pray to thee, Saint Marsh of Mallow

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This does not even begin to cover the weirdness of cathode ray televisions.
They are literally particle accelerators that you point at your face.
And for eighty years, Americans' favorite thing to do was turn them on and stare at them for hours.
If you overcharge them, they emit gamma radiation.
Servicing them is like disarming a bomb -- their capacitors are enormous and are usually charged to hundreds or thousands of volts, and most of them have no bleed system that drains that charge, meaning that they can still be dangerous months or years after the last time they were powered up. A discharge can not only electrocute you, it can cause tools to melt or explode.
A black-and-white cathode ray TV driven by an unmodulated analog signal is theoretically capable of resolution that would require a microscope to perceive.
Old school CRT monitors had the same issues.
Back when, I worked at a small whitebox pc manufacturer. One day, a service tech brought back an older, gigantic (30 inch or so) AutoCAD monitor from a service call. The customer said "Made me feel nauseous"
So, we put it on the bench and fired it up. You immediately felt the hair on your body stand up, and my co worker put his hand up close to turn the power off, and his hand and forearm started spasming - I yanked the power cord from the wall as the tingle I was feeling began to feel hot.
No idea what was wrong with the thing, but it was kicking out some serious electro magnetic radiation.
Remembering the almost imperceptible high pitched buzzing that let you know the tv was still on even when nothing was on the screen. Also putting your forearm near the screen and watching the hairs stand up
The little crackle if you touched the screen to wipe it...
Omg no one's even talking about the smell of the screen
This is both horrifying to read and nostalgic