Om Nom Nom de Guerre

August 21, 2013 at 8:30pm
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From <a href=”http://threewordphrase.com/parkour.htm”>Three Word Phrase</a>. Also: ouch.

From <a href=”http://threewordphrase.com/parkour.htm”>Three Word Phrase</a>. Also: ouch.

August 4, 2013 at 8:30pm
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Reblogged from thetravellingkitty
thetravellingkitty:

Four days  ago a lightning storm Scared Pikachu into the night.  As it poured on the tent, all I could think about was how I had lost him on our first trip. It was the worst time of my life. I found myself there again, but now in a predator filled valley.

The following  night he came back to the tent meowing, but as I walked towards him, he scurried off. There was no trace of him for the rest of the night.   If I would have known that would be the last time I would look into his eyes, I would have sat there across the dirt road, and listened to his story.    He  was enjoying the world, and would rather chase after mice than be cooped up in the tent with me.
The traps I set have since turned up  empty. 
searching in the woods today I found his lifeless body.  His coat still soft, but no more meows, No more squeaks, or face rubs in the morning,  just  one extremely broken heart. 

I loved him dearly, and this is tearing me apart. :(

Please keep him in your hearts today,  Remember him as the tiger he  thought he was. 
#pikafriends

Had to go hang out with my kitties and cry after reading this. Wah.

thetravellingkitty:

Four days ago a lightning storm Scared Pikachu into the night. As it poured on the tent, all I could think about was how I had lost him on our first trip. It was the worst time of my life. I found myself there again, but now in a predator filled valley.

The following night he came back to the tent meowing, but as I walked towards him, he scurried off. There was no trace of him for the rest of the night. If I would have known that would be the last time I would look into his eyes, I would have sat there across the dirt road, and listened to his story. He was enjoying the world, and would rather chase after mice than be cooped up in the tent with me.
The traps I set have since turned up empty.
searching in the woods today I found his lifeless body. His coat still soft, but no more meows, No more squeaks, or face rubs in the morning, just one extremely broken heart.

I loved him dearly, and this is tearing me apart. :(

Please keep him in your hearts today, Remember him as the tiger he thought he was.
#pikafriends

Had to go hang out with my kitties and cry after reading this. Wah.

August 3, 2013 at 9:46pm
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Reblogged from summerfinns

First of all, dude has a point. There’s lots of way unsexy things out there, and good on him for being imaginative about it. Second, girlfriend is HIGH. Consent is way hot.

(Source: summerfinns, via hellotailor)

July 17, 2013 at 11:19pm
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Reblogged from unbeautifulnewyork

New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about it - once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough.

— John Steinbeck, America and Americans and Selected Nonfiction (via unbeautifulnewyork)

Oh hell yes.

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June 24, 2013 at 8:30pm
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Reblogged from bebeism

The darkest lie we tell ourselves: that we and our writing are not worth a bag of microwaved diapers. Listen, I don’t know how talented or skilled or capable you are. Hell, maybe you’re not that great. But nobody got better by feeling bad about it. You have one of two choices: you can be destructive to yourself or constructive. You can tear yourself down or find a way to build yourself up — and I don’t mean build yourself up with compliments but build yourself up with skills and abilities and the practice that gets you there. You suck? That thought sucks. Get better. Improve. Aim big. Give yourself the chance to fail — and then give yourself a chance to build steps from the corpses of your failure so you may climb higher every time. You don’t become a writer by feeling sad about your self-worth. The only sucking you need to do is to suck it up and do the work. Everything else is a consumptive distraction.

— Chuck Wendig (via whatamidoingeven)

(Source: bebeism, via wilwheaton)

June 17, 2013 at 8:30pm
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Reblogged from boggletheowl

boggletheowl:

I’ve been getting a lot of these lately, and I guess I just want you all to know what I think when I read them.

Boggle the owl is pure awesome. This one I found via a friend who posted it on Facebook. Yay friends!

May 19, 2013 at 1:38pm
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Reblogged from warrenellis

warrenellis:

Yahoo to acquire Tumblr in $1.1 billion cash deal

Fffffffffuuuuuck. They had better go straight to New Flickr instead of killing it for years first, and do NOT get me started on how they had better not treat it like del.icio.us.

May 15, 2013 at 8:30pm
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Just following up on yesterday’s post with the obligatory musical accompaniment. Also: BOWIE. Holy cats it is amazing Ziggy Stardust did not outright kill him.

May 14, 2013 at 8:30pm
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"I was grieving a certain fact: the fact that I would never be sufficient to fill me up. Nothing I did, nothing I was, nothing I had to offer could plug that hole. And this, for some reason, was sad.

"But once that point had passed, once I began actively to ponder life with a child, it was amazing how sufficient — how important — those same things came to be. All I could dwell on was the certainty of losing them. Work and travel and culture and dinner parties and movie nights and all-day bike rides and the unapologetic consumption that goes along with being a free adult in a capitalist society… it was all slipping away.

"And books! Books would slip away, too, wouldn’t they? Because once you were a father, you could never again read a grown-up book — not really — not in the way a grown-up was supposed to read a book….

"I was remembering, you see, what my friend Peg (a woman after my own heart) had told me. ‘You just have to kill off your old life,’ she’d said. ‘And once you do, it’s fine.’

"So be it. So fucking be it…. I could let that life go. I could let me go, with barely a qualm."

— Louis Bayard, “A Dad’s Affadavit,” Maybe Baby.  Reading this made me cry, and not just because a huge lightning flash and thunderclap made me jump at the line about killing off your old life, although thanks for that, universe, it was excellent timing. Unlike Bayard, I cannot let myself go without a qualm. He assigns himself a reading project to mark the end of his old life and the beginning of the new; I can’t think of anything I could do that’s remotely equivalent. Me, I feel like there’s not much me left, like depression and whatever else have eaten away at my very self, so the thought of losing any more of myself is terrifying. And while I know becoming a parent would grow new parts of me, sort of by definition and necessity, I’m just paralyzed with fear at the thought of what I might lose.  So now I’m playing David Bowie’s “Hang On to Yourself,” because right?

May 13, 2013 at 8:30pm
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Nobody ever figures out what life is all about, and it doesn’t matter. Explore the world. Nearly everything is really interesting if you go into it deeply enough.

— So this was the Goodreads ”Quote of the Day” on Saturday, May 11, and I’m adding it to the queue to remind myself to geek out more, just let myself get interested in things. Which is a hard thing to do with a broken dopamine system, but it nonetheless seems very much like something I should get back into practice.