power lines are crushed with the weight of four days of accumulated freezing rain in boucherville near montreal, canada, january 9, 1998
photo by robert laberge, via bbc archives
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power lines are crushed with the weight of four days of accumulated freezing rain in boucherville near montreal, canada, january 9, 1998
photo by robert laberge, via bbc archives
my dead wife. the ad free internet
watching dreamily recorded footage of a web forum from 2003
hang on i need to review my entire post history from all time and make sure i haven't said anything embarrassing
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Wordle is running out of words. Only 2,000 five letter words remain. When that supply is exhausted the Creation shall begin. One day the word will be ZHURM, and all shall get it, and all shall understand it to mean "an ache from suddenly remembering a long-ago friend, who meant something to you once, but whose face you can no longer conjure". The next day the word shall be JOROL, and all will get it, and all will know it means "the melancholy confusion of passing by somewhere where you once could have died". The next day it will be GREFT, and all will understand it to be a small brown bird with white streaks found only in South America, and suddenly, it will appear, in the shrubs of the Atacama desert, in the streets of São Paulo, and all will know that it once was not there, but now, will always be
The point of fiction is actually to put that guy in a situation™️, and he might try to tell you the point is to then get him out of the situation, WRONG, second situation
One of my writing teachers in community college told me that the first step of writing fiction was to run a character up a tree, and the second step was to throw rocks at him. Words to live by
Everyone needs three hobbies: one to give you carpel tunnel, one to leave you sore and bruised, and one for your distant relatives to insist you monetize
Jerking off. Falling down the stairs. Fixing the wifi.
the cat was sleeping cutely so i took a picture and went to show it to my mom and she burst out laughing and pulled out her phone and showed me a near identical one she'd taken a few minutes before
self-proclaimed free thinkers when the cat is doing a snooze:
The difference between "There used to be hot summers too,” and a climate crisis.
Look, we all know this is true. But there isn't a SOURCE for this, and the graph itself is basically illegible beyond "ooh colors". If we want to be good stewards of our informational resources, we need to cite our sources.
From a reverse image search, I found the website Show Your Stripes, run by the University of Reading in the UK, which is likely where the above graph originated. It provides temperature data for various regions of the world from approximately 1900-2025. For example, here are graphs for Canada, India, and Papua New Guinea:
All clearly show a sharp rise in temperature beginning around approximately the 1980s, which corresponds with the graph in OP's post. But now we know where this data came from, and we can verify its validity accordingly.
they sell items at tjmaxx that even God is not aware of
Made a lowball offer on eBay as a joke and it got accepted. uh oh.
I’m so fucked
gonna be honest i don’t know how many more ‘enter the 6 digit code we sent to your phone’s i got left in me
i ♥️ filtering tags i ♥️ blocking blogs i ♥️ scrolling and not engaging i ♥️ curating my online experience
Wild caught clownfish will be like ‘hm you see, the anemone you got me is a slightly different color and tentacle width than the one I had back home, so I will not begin hosting it. I’ll be a sort of wandering ronin for the rest of my days.’ And then a captive bred clownfish will be like ‘ok so I have this curved rock I found and I just sit above it and it take care of me 👍’
Some of my favorite clownfish hosts
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Just got back from the goodwill and I still can't believe what I found:
Behold! An honest to goodness physical copy of My Immortal!
I didn't get a picture, but I opened it up and, yep, exactly what it says on the tin. I had no idea there were physical versions in print. I didn't end up getting it (I unfortunately currently have far more books than bookshelf space), but I absolutely will be thinking about it forever.
THE SACRED TEXTS