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THE PEOPLE IN THE BACKGROUND
So, in the middle of everything today, we ran across a hellaciously distressed momma mallard and a bunch of her baby ducks that had fallen down a sewer grate. Another guy was already trying to fish them out, so my friend and I called animal control before we tried to fish the rest of them out. When Animal Control got there, we had all of them out and the mother duck quacking very happily. I was surprised - none of us got snapped at or hurt. I was even holding onto a bag at one point that had all of them in it and she just watched me.
I love how the duck is perched on the guy’s butt
I’M SO HAPPY
“My babies hyuuman. I will perch here upon your butt till you have fetched them.”
transparent random girl that dances next to rebecca black in sum car
Her dance says “party” but her eyes say “kill me”.
dat comment tho
GITTEN DOWN ON FUCKIN’ FRIDAY, MOTHERFUCKERS
Australia’s capital is turning 100 this year, and for some reason they made this bizarre fucking turtle balloon with ten nipples for the occassion (via)
It’s the Hindenboob
I just… what?
yo i ain’t saying she’s a gold-digger but she does carry a weird pan everywhere and keep mumbling stuff about “gold in them there hills” idk so yeah she is probably a gold digger
Reading Allie Brosh’s latest post about depression was extremely difficult for me. While it was amazing and truthful and beautifully done, I found my mouse pointer hovering to close the tab. I read the whole thing, but there were many times I just wanted to click the button and go look at kittens on the internet.
Her recent experience with depression very closely mirrors how I was many years ago. Before this blog. Before I knew I had a way to reach people and entertain them. My emotions stopped working. I found it impossible to care about anything. Especially myself. I would interact with people who expected me to be “funny comedy guy!” and at that point in time I thought that part of me was dead. But I didn’t want to disappoint anyone. So I tried very hard to pretend to be “funny comedy guy!” which resulted in some of the most horrific attempts at humor ever known to this earth.
I put on the faces I thought people wanted to see.
But I’ve worked hard to get my emotional self back. My journey through depression is further along than Allie’s. But being reminded of that time brought me to tears several times. In the end, I’m glad I didn’t close the tab. Reading her story helped remind me how far I’ve come. It reminded me how glad I am that I stuck around.
It is hard to stomach when you’ve gone through it, especially if it was recent. I’m glad that you stuck around, too, Frogman! My outlook on corgis wouldn’t be the same.
[ IS IT STILL ECHOLALIA / IF I’M ECHOING MYSELF? ]
Not according to the Wikipedia article, but I still echo myself if I just said a fun-to-say word. With modifications to the phrasing. (Balls! Balls balls balls, balls made of balls, balls made of balls on a mountain of balllls…) (Hugs made of hugs!)
Hehe, this made me giggle… I tend to repeat myself if I really like the way the word rolls out of my mouth. Aluminum (the American pronunciation) is my favorite.
Dancers of all levels, styles and locations, I’m planning a round-the-world trip and have questions that I’d love for you to answer over here.
Everyone needs some Floyd on their dash.
Also, forever my favorite pic of Dana. I forgot what you were saying when I took this…
And a classic high school photo…
Looks like I’m saying no…
OMG. I was looking through an old scrapbook and found this gem. (L to R Me, Dana, Lauren (old mutual friend), and Crystal who is cut off) It was my birthday party.
Holy FUCK that’s a throwback!
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There is so much negativity in the air that even my black obsidian is having trouble keeping it at bay. I can feel the anguish of Oklahoman parents flooding through like a tidal wave and I can feel it affect me as if I were there. I could send energy until I’m blue in the face, but the grief would still be overpowering. I know everyone cares and sends condolences and concerns to them, but seeing how many people it doesn’t affect like it does to me angers me. But that’s probably the weird confusion and chaos that’s floating around. What’s worse is I feel that these tornadoes are only a blip on the radar and something else more devastating is coming. A natural disaster. Something that everyone talks about but can never fully prepare for. Nature is angry and we’re about to get it.
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