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President and COO of MMA, a marketing trade association, explains to Elon why advertisers are leaving and it’s NOT activist pressure.

Oh, and then this happened:

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BEST PANEL IN HxH

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noe and his pie

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Joey Batey as Jaskier in

The Witcher Season 1

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You, the queen of a fairy tale kingdom, got cursed to give birth to a princess who’s going to live her life isolated in a tower the first 20 years of her life. Narrate how you avoid your daughter’s fate.

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She laughed, when she placed the curse on me. Laughed and laughed. She called me a fool for coming to her, for wanting children who would sap my strength and steal my power.

One child to take my kingdom, she promised me. Well, I’d wanted an heir. It didn’t have to be a curse.

One child the sea would steal. There was room in that. They didn’t have to die, only to love the sea. I would buy the finest ships.

And the third would suffer my grandmother’s fate.

The tower.

Grandmother told me stories about that tower, shuddering. About the isolation almost driving her mad. About the desperate longing for escape. I know what that escape cost her, and my grandfather as well, with his scarred face and limping gait.

That was going to be difficult.

The sorceress’s curse worked. Within the year, I held my first babe in my arms, a sturdy boy who kicked and cried and cuddled against his mother as if he hadn’t been made only to bring me grief. Well, all mothers grieve.

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Anyway here’s a poem I wrote about my cat

After “Do not stand at my grave and weep”, author disputed:

Do not stand at your bowl and meow. I gave you food. It’s in there now. I feed you at the dawning light, I feed you at the fall of night. I feed you kibbles mixed with meat And wet food for a special treat. I feed you even though you scoff At all the food within your trough. I feed you and still yet you yell Like as a beast from deepest hell. Do not stand at your bowl and cry. I gave you food. You will not die.

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I wrote one for my roommate’s cat as well;

Do not stand at my feet and cry It’s VEGETABLES, you silly guy! Your begging will not change the food Into a thing you think is good I’ll give you things not cheese or meat You sniff at them and then retreat And yet, as soon as chopping starts You run back in and beg for parts You squint your eyes at plant-based food And yet you won’t stop BEGGING, dude! Do not stand by the stove and bleat You don’t like this. You will not eat.

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click and drag to take maisy car for a drive around your dashboard

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if you are on mobile good news! you can just move your phone around and it is like you are driving maisy car around the real world!

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never forget the elijah wood wigs interview

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Happy Do You Wear Wigs Wednesday

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I love when information revealed at the end of a story recontextualizes something said or done at the beginning. Like yes queen make the story a loop let the story keep developing even though the book is closed and the credits are rolling. The story never ends it just starts over.