The Random Crap Thread 2: It Hits the Fan.
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The Cicadas are a red herring; the real villain is some two-bit exterminator who's trying to get rid of Dill's favorite snack by convincing others he's the only one who can kill the "killer Cicadas".
This thread isn't big enough for two hobos!
Happy Birthday to you! (So easy to remember this way!)
I hope these are related
I'd hope she has better things to do in her birthday than go to Walmart. Tits out Bloomingdale shoppers?
Happy birthday!!
In my haste to go buy a mini fridge last night to store my expensive meds after our big one died, I may have been a People of Walmart.
had this random thought which I posted on FB:
I do my most profound thinking on the commode. Today's profound thought:
Imagine what it's like to be a changeling baby. You're a human child, stolen away by fairies. They speak a language you can never learn, and they have complex rules you don't fully understand. But you learn that if you break them, you are punished.
They feed you, care for you, treat you when you are sick, devote attention and fawn over you. They are stronger and smarter than you, and you are dependent on them for your very existence. You are surrounded by them, and very rarely see another of your own kind--all changelings, much like yourself. If you're lucky, you're in a fairy family with other changelings, but you might as easily find yourself alone in this strange situation.
But they show you great affection. And you grow up, and grow to love them as much as they seem to love you. Eventually, you grow old, even though they don't seem to change much at all. And then you die. And they cry for you.
This must be pretty much exactly what it's like to be a pet dog.
I do my most profound thinking on the commode. Today's profound thought:
Imagine what it's like to be a changeling baby. You're a human child, stolen away by fairies. They speak a language you can never learn, and they have complex rules you don't fully understand. But you learn that if you break them, you are punished.
They feed you, care for you, treat you when you are sick, devote attention and fawn over you. They are stronger and smarter than you, and you are dependent on them for your very existence. You are surrounded by them, and very rarely see another of your own kind--all changelings, much like yourself. If you're lucky, you're in a fairy family with other changelings, but you might as easily find yourself alone in this strange situation.
But they show you great affection. And you grow up, and grow to love them as much as they seem to love you. Eventually, you grow old, even though they don't seem to change much at all. And then you die. And they cry for you.
This must be pretty much exactly what it's like to be a pet dog.
Facebook memories reminded me of when I worked my last shift at Blockbuster Video 10 years ago. So here's a short (2 tweet) thread I posted with some ye olde pictures.
Man, I still miss working there some days.
Man, I still miss working there some days.
I guess there's nothing original under the sun
Not tryin' ta "First!" or anything, just wanted to make sure you saw it. It is really well done.I guess there's nothing original under the sun
--Patrick
Hey now! It could be worse!
You could be covered in hives or something!
Well I was recently at a Walmart...