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the banana peel in the coal mine
@breadandcirce.bsky.social
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She/her. F48. Tacoma, WA. Partner (M49). INFJ. Creative omnishambles. Med coder in training. Art history & alt text & dogs & comix & Hozier & books & coffee & xstitch & Civil Rights & ampersands. I collect things.
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The aforementioned miracle has landed: Luna, a 95% clone of our late dog, Fidget.
A tan colored dog wearing a red collar curls up her long legs while leaning against a bed pillow.
September 27, 2025 at 10:05 PM
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Think I'm gonna get a Libby tattoo.
A maroon circle features a book with a turquoise cover. A head appears over the book, with a ribbon resembling a bookmark poking up from the head.
May 31, 2025 at 10:58 PM
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Goodbye, my baby boy, my Memphis moo.
A small brindle & white dog with large ears looks toward a window's light.
May 27, 2025 at 6:56 AM
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Why do i want this so bad
A sweatshirt is covered with a large rainbow and am abundance of marigolds, and in black lettering in a serious font says, "WELL, SHIT"
April 22, 2025 at 6:37 PM
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From our front yard shrub, which after 5 years I have figured out is probably a star magnolia. It has had baby fuzzy buds for a few weeks but flowered today. It smells divine.
A group of many-petaled white flowers set against the railing of a front porch
March 26, 2025 at 1:39 AM
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A diagram of the circulation of blood through the heart.
March 22, 2025 at 8:03 PM
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Treato char-CUTE-rie
Fat dog appreciates handmade treat board
March 17, 2025 at 4:06 AM
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Where the treatos at
Fat dog stares at crumbs on an empty cheese board
March 17, 2025 at 4:02 AM
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Charcuterie for dinner.
A cheese board showcases an assortment of cheeses, crackers, nuts, and pears. And cheese knives.
March 17, 2025 at 3:55 AM
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How is this dog so fat
A fat dog
March 16, 2025 at 2:21 AM
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EMPTY MIDDLE SEAT
March 15, 2025 at 8:29 PM
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View to having fallen.
Tall palm trees aesthetically loom against a bright blue sky. Photo is taken from my position of lying on the back patio, where I slipped on some tile after getting out of the pool. Not pictured: my pride.
March 9, 2025 at 9:05 PM
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In his Little Edie era
Memphis, a small brindle-and-white dog, looks dolefully at the camera while his turtleneck sweater covers his sizable ears.
February 23, 2025 at 5:07 AM
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Bought the dog a little sweater for when Matt takes him on walks, because he has old bones and finds heating pads like a drug-sniffing dog. It fits him perfectly, but it has a turtleneck. INSTANT JOWLLLZZZ
The photo is of Memphis, a small brindle-and-white dog with lots of grey around his muzzle and eyes, staring at the camera. He wears a purple cable-knit sweater with a thick turtleneck that pushes all his loose jowl skin up to create a sorry of ruff made of jowls. The effect is highly comedic, at least in this author's estimation
February 22, 2025 at 8:46 PM
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This is an important read. Very emotional, very educational, and very timely.
This is the cover of the graphic novel telling the story of George Takei's childhood in two Japanese internment camps, "They Called Us Enemy (Expanded Edition)." It depicts a line of people watched over by an anonymous man in uniform holding a long gun, the line stretching toward distant dark buildings behind a fence. A guard tower is silhouetted high above the buildings. In the foreground, a young Japanese boy, standing next to a grown-up and carrying a small suitcase, looks behind him and out at the viewer. The last names Eisinger, Scott, and Becker are listed in the lower right corner.
February 18, 2025 at 6:52 AM
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Original poster: Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes. They're allowed to take only a knapsack and a little cash with them, and even then, they're robbed with these possessions on the way. Families are torn apart; men, women and children are separated. Children come home from school to find that their parents have disappeared. Women return from shopping to find their houses sealed, their families gone. MAGA member: Yes. It's a consequence of uncontrolled borders. It's to be expected. Grow a backbone; it's what we voted for. Sometimes with democracy, you have to lose and suck it up. A state has to control its borders. Original poster: Buddy, that's a quote from Anne Frank describing the Nazis. Now what does that say about you and your party that you could not tell the difference?
February 12, 2025 at 8:43 PM
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Bored now
Small black-and-white dog with big ears lies amongst stacks of paper, notebooks and manuals, his head tucked between his paws. If you could hear this photo, you'd probably say how cute his little snores are
February 5, 2025 at 12:10 AM
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Study buddy
Small black-and-white dog with big ears lies amongst stacks of paper, notebooks and manuals, his paws neatly stacked, staring entreatingly at the viewer for either treatos or just plain old attention
February 5, 2025 at 12:05 AM
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Going down to the not gritty and refreshing every word of this coding chapter and adding notes. Sometimes I pick up good insight. A lot of times it feels like reading the telephone book.
A photo of a spread in one of the coding manuals I'm trying to learn how to use. It is printed in a pretty small print, often referring to large lists of numbers by just listing them without much context. Several highlighted passages and a few handwritten notes in the margins can be seen. The photo is meant to show how daunting it is to even try to absorb this information. I don't even have to memorize it; just know where to find it. But even that is proving difficult when confronted with actual reports I have to translate into representative codes.
February 4, 2025 at 7:08 PM
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I just realized that stuff that I quote or repost that contains images may not contain all the text. Mea culpa. I will do better. It is important to me to get this right.

Here's the last thing I posted, with alt text in place.
Bishop Marianne Budde speaks from behind an ornately-carved stone pulpit. Next to this image of her, a quote appears from John Pavlovitz: "Nothing is as MAGA as watching a bunch of self-righteous frauds who pretend to give a damn about Christianity, viciously attacking a minister preaching about caring for the vulnerable, while their r*pist-felon Messiah condescendingly scoffs at her."
January 25, 2025 at 2:05 AM
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Sunday scaries.
A small black&white dog looks sweetly at the camera with his head tucked between his front paws. A small black&white dog looks away from the camera with his head tucked between his front paws.
January 20, 2025 at 4:26 AM
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This is a dog who definitely doesn't understand that conserving the dog treats until payday means he only gets one.
A small Royal Frenchel (a Frenchie/King Charles Cavalier mix -- yes, they're a thing!) sits on a bed next to his owner (only knee pictured) with his right paw on her knee, waiting for the second treato to drop with an entreating (haha! I just got that) look on his sweet yittle faaaaace
January 15, 2025 at 5:30 PM
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A flyer is placed on the windshield of a car. In bold letters in a plain white background, it reads: Looking for Happiness? Have you tried... Dancing for 8hrs straight in a dark room surrounded by your friends listening to loud noises that go UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ
January 14, 2025 at 4:37 AM
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Andrea Gibson
Gray text against a black background is the first half of an excerpt from a poem by Andrea Gibson, who has Lyme disease. . I can see there's life in me. She talks me down to our tandem bike that I ride on the back of with my feet up, summer running its fingers through my hair, but secretly my favorite season is flu season. The season of proof that I'm tough as Christ for giving the nails. The season everyone I love becomes a raging customer at the complaint counter of life, like their birth certificates were warranties, their bodies promised technology guaranteeing protection from all viruses. They break down, NyQuil drunk and say, I haven't been able to exercise in three days. Gray text against a black background is the second half of an excerpt from a poem by Andrea Gibson, who has Lyme disease. The last time I got the flu it took me three days to notice. I thought the pain was just the pain. I thought the Charley horse bucking through my body was just another day I couldn't tame. When my love took my temperature and it read 103 I pranced around the house, the happiest she'd seen me in two years - high on the news that I had something that would go away. Good god, there isn't a healthy body in the world that is stronger than a sick person's spirit.
January 13, 2025 at 11:27 PM
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Lightning strikes in a pink night sky over some orange rock formations. An except from a Warsan Shire poem is strewn across the image: later that night I held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt? it answered: everywhere everywhere everywhere
January 13, 2025 at 9:21 PM