I have a 102 degree fever, a stress fracture in my foot, and a snake bite so I’ve decided to finally watch Paddington 2. Prayers up.

I am 20 minutes into Conclave and hoping against hope that if remains a real slapstick whodunnit caper for the duration

When I was 16 and wanted to go to an informal dance with my goth-esque dreamboat crush but was too shy to ask, my friends all agreed to go with him “as a fun joke” and my boldest bestie lured him into it on AIM. Cringe-y shirt aside, we had a blast that weekend. Then 9/11 happened on Tuesday!

“Alicent and Aegon publicly reconcile their feud by attending the senior prom together” was not on my non-canonical narrative flourishes to anticipate in House of The Dragon season 3 but I’m into it

I know people are annoyed to find that their boomer parents have developed hoarding tendencies as they’ve aged but that’s largely resulted in my getting back into abominable graphic shirts, watching only ultra-graphic sex heavy movie and then cartoons, and also so many trolls to dispatch to bridges

The King Of Hell a

While I was collecting firewood, I heard the familiar crackling of trees/limbs about to fall off, usually off dead trees. Instead, 36 feet of very much alive Virginia pine cracked off the TOP of the tree, falling 40 feet and the shrapnel and impact sliced me up. Things are afoot.