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What I find funny, is that no one seems to care that I ate NobodysHome.
Where will Nobody live now?!
Dilemma: which pizza should I order?
I had a dream that I etched my monsters on stone tablets along the neighborhood road around my house, until I run of the place, because the rest of the street was being renovated.
Pizza is supposed to arrive in an hour and a bit.
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What I find funny, is that no one seems to care that I ate NobodysHome.
Well I DO but only because its a mile walk to the supermarket.
Pizza is supposed to arrive in an hour and a bit.
Yum-yum!
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What I find funny, is that no one seems to care that I ate NobodysHome.
I was wondering why the fish heads weren't delivered!
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Fantasy NPC: Dame Sungazer. A desert roaming kyton. There was no kyton in a long time.
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I should have written a kyton that torments mortals by overstuffing people with food, though.
Opfff.
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So, I have a Nextdoor account (that annoying location-based social media platform) mostly so that I can check it if there’s a utility outage or road closure, but today’s top post is too hilarious.
Someone complaining that the new sign in front of “Applebeam’s” spins too quickly and nearly knocked over their grandchild. It is the entire absurdity of that platform epitomized in a single post. If someone was trolling, they did it perfectly.
Edit: They specifically said it was rotating “at lightning speed” and included a video of the slowly rotating sign.
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What I find funny, is that no one seems to care that I ate NobodysHome.
Sorry. I have now shown my caring.
Nichelle Nichols has left the Earth.
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RIP to her.
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May she rest peacefully.
Now who's going to make the return call when SETI finally picks up? :(
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Or Dairya Vu.
Hullo
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I hate it when I injure myself.
How bad?
Hullo
Hoi, chummer.
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How bad?
Painful, but will be ok in a couple weeks.
Good night, John!
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Finished another project!
I dreamed of my old love today.
The dream took a dark turn early on, when she told me she is battling cancer - we didn't speak for long, because she was busy (going for a doctor appointment? hurriedly trying to do more with her life while she still can?). Then I ended sitting somewhere listening to some university students about their highly successful friend (which I am pretty sure was also my friend who I haven't seen in years) while my mind focused on what I can try to do to help my past love... Am I willing to fight gods over this? When I finally stepped into the crowds, someone ask me what will I am gonna do, so I answered that I am going to change the (time) line. My body phased incorporeal passing through the crowd and my eyesight shifted into different bands, then there was a noticeable crack, and then everything vanished and I woke up.
There were many things on my pizza (sausage, cheese, different cheese, cucumber, seasoning), but there were no mushrooms.
No more pizza.
I need to get some groceries.
I think it was a pickled one.
I dreamed of my old love today.
The dream took a dark turn early on, when she told me she is battling cancer - we didn't speak for long, because she was busy (going for a doctor appointment? hurriedly trying to do more with her life while she still can?). Then I ended sitting somewhere listening to some university students about their highly successful friend (which I am pretty sure was also my friend who I haven't seen in years) while my mind focused on what I can try to do to help my past love... Am I willing to fight gods over this? When I finally stepped into the crowds, someone ask me what will I am gonna do, so I answered that I am going to change the (time) line. My body phased incorporeal passing through the crowd and my eyesight shifted into different bands, then there was a noticeable crack, and then everything vanished and I woke up.
wow.
Last dream I had I dreamt I was dating an Asian woman a few years my junior and it was time to meet the parents. I touted my job and the security I had and that it was a great career. For some reason I also shared that I was a professional fighter for the company and that I was undefeated in the company sponsored kumite. The parents sorta kinda laughed me off and pointed out that I was simply the flavor of the month at the company, as they were betting on me to win and the people in as fighting were taking dives. As soon as my hype reached the max the company would bet against me and I would lose my fight, possibly dying in the ring. Dinner was awkward after that and I eventually woke up from the dream, unable to sleep.
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Tomorrow I begin on the first step of the project with the fire breathing dragon pebble mosaic.
The guy that works with Former Coworker volunteered to help with the mosaic and Former Coworker says "it's going to be boring!" And he just says "Yes, but it's a DRAGON!".
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"Ah. So salami origami doesn't work."
- Donatello
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I'm back to work this week, prepping for the new school year with my new partner.
Val is hanging out with us and reading Usagi Yojimbo and Tintin and skateboarding back and forth across the classroom.
It's going well but everything feels weird, mostly because half of my family is missing. So I'm staying ridiculously busy.
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I'm back to work this week, prepping for the new school year with my new partner.
Val is hanging out with us and reading Usagi Yojimbo and Tintin and skateboarding back and forth across the classroom.
It's going well but everything feels weird, mostly because half of my family is missing. So I'm staying ridiculously busy.
Is he reading Tintin while skateboarding around the classroom? Pretty impressive if so.
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Never cared for tintin, love usagi yojimbo.
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I was sitting with my good friend Meenlock Gnolls, in our comfortable offices at LIB HQ, when a knock came at the door. It was a Cheeky Urchin, with a letter impaled on one of its spines!
"'Ere ya go, Squire!', it piped. Meenlock took the letter, touseled the urchin's hair, pinched its cheek, gave it sixpence, then threw it out of the window. 'Gawd bless ya, guvnah - yer a gent!', it said, as its fragile exoskeleton shattered on the cobblestones below.
'Hmm - a commission, Scroteson, unless I'm much mistaken, and our client is - ' He scanned the envelope intensely, and took a long draw on his Old Oak frankfurter, 'A cross between an angler fish, a poached egg, a polar bear, and a canoe, dressed in a crinoline and a gasmask, and pulsing vividly in crimson and teal'
'Amazing, Gnolls!' I ejaculated. 'How can you tell?'
'I've been licking the mould in the pantry again', he confessed, then, in a louder voice: 'To Bermondsey!'
Half an hour later, we were walking up the path towards a cosy suburban villa. We knocked on the door, and a pretty maid showed us into the parlour, where a number of 30-something women sat. One stood up, frowned, flared her nostrils, then exclaimed, 'I SMELL MEAT! I TOOK THESE COINS OUT OF MY PURSE, AND THEN I SMELLED IT - MEAT!'
'Perhaps Cook is boiling some tripes downstairs?', asked one of her companions, but she shook her head. 'MEAT! I SMELL MEAT, HERE!' She looked at Meenlock, who put his finger on his chin and paused for a moment in thought.
'What about the purse?', he asked; the woman gasped, then took out a dainty purse, opened it, and shoved it in Meenlock's face, saying 'SMELL MY PURSE!', in an urgent tone of voice. Meenlock took a step back, slightly alarmed, but the woman would not relent until he had stuck his substantial konk in and taken a good old whiff.
'It smells like a mixture of Extra Strong Mints and Pepperoni', he opined; the woman had a sniff herself, then looked at Meenlock with an expression of amazement. 'Mr Gnolls, you really are a marvel!'
'Well, Gnolls, you've done it again!', I said, as we left the house.
'A most stimulating use of the olfactory organ, Scroteson, but I'll tell you one thing - I do not want to know why her purse smelled like that'
I shook my head, fervently.
Quiet night here.
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I just realized this morning that tomorrow is our anniversary.
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I did more travelling for clients today than I did all last month, and I didn't even leave town.
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