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November 14, 2025 at 4:08 AM
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I can't believe they made this zipper pull that looks like corn. Showing up at the function like I have corn on me.
Jacket zipper pull that looks like a single piece of yellow corn
November 9, 2025 at 1:01 AM
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November 6, 2025 at 6:14 PM
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I put another another chess board on top of my alley trash chess table and now it has a face with a little knobby nose. Hiding behind my desk because it's shy.
October 13, 2025 at 4:22 PM
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Overview of gargoyles
Plastic Halloween wall decor gargoyle Onigawara Incense holder pot lid with carved beast head, batlike ears and nose
October 11, 2025 at 9:32 PM
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My gamma happy to see the waters
October 9, 2025 at 10:11 PM
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Yeah I find some crap
October 5, 2025 at 12:12 AM
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Incredible feature of Reyes Park in Chicago that I just learned about which is: a large crucifix hanging on the side of the ruined cathedral and Jesus is protected from thrown objects by a sort of riot shield of a foggy plexi-glass bubble framed in aluminum and suspended by cables
October 3, 2025 at 3:46 AM
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It's shameful and infuriating, to be sure, but it's instructive to play along with the common usage a bit. When we talk about "political violence," no one ever means low-end violence rooted in political causes nor high-end violence enacted by agents of the highest seat of political power in the land. No one cares that all violence is political. They simply don't want to think about "politics"—They mean "political" in the sense of "no politics at the dinner table," "no politics in my movies," "no politics at work." When someone outside the state uses violence politically, that's unimaginable, and the ensuing spectacle reinforces the need for the state's blank check. They want a state to use violence to force politics and violence out of sight. They want to go to work, watch a movie while they eat dinner and trust that things are normal via this grotesque and fearful deal with the devil they've made re: violence, because they don't know that actually a much cooler and more fun devil exists, and her name is Anarchy.
September 25, 2025 at 6:04 AM
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Really good stuff
Phone screenshot of google being cooked. Google search: "2025 quarters lighter" Google's AI Overview: "There isn't a 'best 2025 quarters lighter' because the query is likely a misunderstanding of terms: your probably looking for 2025 American Women Quarters, which are collectible U.S. coins, not a type of lighter. You can research their designs and value, but you can't 'light' them."
September 23, 2025 at 4:49 PM
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September 20, 2025 at 4:20 AM
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Butthole ass tomato. Heirloom tomatoe cheeked up with open ass #hole
Tomato at the store looks like a butt with a ass Hole Holding the tomato. Butthole
September 18, 2025 at 3:41 AM
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#swordtember
Text from Dad: "We are cleaning up scrap wood etc in the garage, and Mom wanted to keep the Buster Sword" | Pictured: wooden buster sword made from plain 2x4 with dubious PVC pipe handle
September 7, 2025 at 3:37 PM
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Typed this up for my own resource, because it is, has been, and will continue to be critical to living in this world [online]
GARRISON: "This whole giant wave of these Trump health conspiracies just completely took over, and I felt like I was losing it ... everyone around me was indulging in this, and usually from this place of half-joking but not-really-joking. When that line gets blurry, between 'are you indulging in this ironically because it's fun,' or does it——is it actually kind of altering your brain? Is it actually slowly making you convinced of this stuff in a small way?" ROBERT: "This gets to what is at the root of all conspiracy culture, regardless of political ideology, which is the need——the emotional need——to believe that you are the possessor of secret knowledge. ... Like 'no no no, I am privy to secrets about the world that the average person is not.' ...and the degree to which that is comforting and also emotionally necessary for quite a few people. And that's part of the problem with humoring this, is that the instant you let it into your life, it starts taking more and more power, because it becomes part of your ego, it becomes part of your coping mechanisms ... You become dependent on it. MIA: "Yeah, and I think it's also worth noting: ... people are confused all the time about 'how does the right come to believe all these things?' ... 'how does vaccine conspiracism spread?' 'how does QAnon spread?' ... It spreads like this. This is what it looks like, and you're also not immune to it just because your politics are better. It's still really, really easy to fall down those pathways, because they're addictive and fun. And that's spreading so much unhinged shit." ROBERT: "The root of a lot of madness comes from thinking that you're better than other people. And you're not, cognitively." GARRISON: "'I can play around with this stuff without it affecting me the way it affects other people.'" ROBERT: "Or just 'because the politics of this counter-factual belief system are better than their counter-factual belief system, this is not a counter-factual belief system.'"
September 5, 2025 at 5:28 PM
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ghost cat Creamette seen on surveillance footage surpassed perimeter fence PERIMETER EAST C3 2022 10 12 03:51 AM 90s album cover style fisheye perspective beautiful cat drawing beautiful hair
August 27, 2025 at 4:48 PM
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August 26, 2025 at 10:53 PM
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For months, I've been recording and editing a video review of an 81-move game of veney. It's an hour and 20 minutes long. This is the only watchable thing in the video:
August 24, 2025 at 1:07 AM
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We groon it
Monarch caterpillar on milkweed leaf in juice pitcher
August 22, 2025 at 2:27 PM
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Have you ever jacked in? Have you ever wire-tripped?
August 16, 2025 at 4:08 PM
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"Sketch by Hans Fronius from the first edition of the 'Schachnovelle' by Stefan Zweig, published by Bermann-Fischer in 1943 when exiled in Sweden." (Charcoal drawing of subdued and scruffy-looking figure playing chess.)
August 13, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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The Drain Man
Our basement is flooded again. It’s the fourth time. I head down the two, three or four flights of stairs to check on it, and some others from the neighborhood follow. Soon enough, ten people are with me in my dingy, gray, unfinished basement, standing in dirty water up past our knees under the dim light of a single bare bulb. Someone finds the drain cover in the floor, reaches down and pulls it. We all wait as the floating debris and oily film drifting in patches on the surface of the water slowly begins to move toward where the drain must be. Soon, the water starts to spin around, and the drain appears as a small vortex. One of my neighbors, let's call him J, steps forward curiously. "Whoa! is this like a whirlpool situation?" I'm not sure what he means. "Haha... uh, no, I don't think so," I say. The drain hole in the floor doesn't seem large enough to present any danger. But the water around the drain is moving faster and faster, and soon enough the hole in the floor is visible, a quavering black circle with a rapidly fluctuating, spiraling torrent of water flowing into it. J steps a bit closer, excitedly commenting on how impressive the whirlpool is becoming, and others warn him to be careful. The hole, which is normally no larger than the palm of your hand, is suddenly much wider. It's about the diameter of a manhole cover. The water quickens and quickens, and J loses his footing and falls in. He's laughing, grabbing at the edges of the drain and scrambling playfully as if he's in a tickle-fight or getting splashed at the pool. He loves it. It's even better than he'd hoped. Others in the basement with us are laughing in surprise and relief, but I am of course worried for his safety. The suction of the drain seems to be pulling at him forcefully, and he struggles increasingly to reach the rim of the drain hole, limbs and fingers thrashing around and stretching to their limits. The moment of danger lengthens intolerably as he somehow sinks lower and lower into the drain without going anywhere. Then he goes down and disappears. The water has all drained away. There's no sign of J in the hole. We have to do something. We have to call the city and get them to start searching the sewers. He's probably trapped down there. I go upstairs to make the call while everyone else starts looking for a rope or something to send down the drain. Upstairs, I can't find my phone, and I start to panic. After just a minute, however, the others call me down to the basement. J is back. I walk over to the drain and look in. He's there, wet and nude and pale, as if he'd been gone for days. He didn't need a rope or anything at all to get back to the top of the drain. He's sitting just below the level of the floor with his arms wrapped cozily around his legs and his chin between his knees. His limbs seem very long and thin. He looks up at me, and his upturned gaze breaks the foreshortening of my perspective looking down at him, and I see, face-to-face, that his head has become elongated to twice the height of a normal human's. The skin around his eye sockets is stretched vertically like bags under the eyes of the old on a world with 10x our gravity, sagging open to reveal long, open saddles of exposed pink eye-socket flesh. His pupils, dilated wide, reflect the dim orange light of the incandescent bulb behind me. J does not want to come out of the drain hole. He likes it in there. The others, my neighbors, are either uncomfortable with this or satisfied that he isn't lost in the sewers, and they start trickling back up the stairs to leave. They seem a bit sorry to be leaving me alone with the ongoing thing with the drain guy and perhaps ashamed to be walking away from him at a time when he needs some kind of serious help. But I understand. So, after seeing out my guests, I walk back to the drain and squat down. This guy is not supposed to be in my basement. He needs to go. I extend a hand down to him. "Come on out, man. You gotta leave." He grabs hold of my hand. His fingers fold not around my hand but my entire forearm, spiraling up to my elbow. He doesn't make a move. I adjust my feet on the floor and give a tug as if to help him up, but he doesn't rise at all; instead, he pulls me down slightly. He says he wants to stay in the drain. I manage to wrestle my arm free from his grasp and, in a huff, step back toward a tall pipe in the middle of the basement. The others had found some ropes after all, and I tie one to the pipe and start knotting them end to end, making a line that will reach the drain. I'm a little angry at J by now, and I'm hurrying. "What are you doing up there?" asks J, unseen, from the drain. "I'm getting you a rope so you can help yourself out." "I don't want to leave," says J. "I have everything I need right here." I grumble something about how he doesn't have a normal life in the hole. J disagrees. He says that I've been very kind to him, that he appreciates my caring and that I even graced him with the feeling of human touch, from my hand, even down there, in the hole. "It seemed more like your touch," I say, thinking of his long fingers refusing to let go of my arm. A bit of anger shows in my voice. A moment passes. Silently, like a lunging snake, a single, long, long arm whips up from the drain hole and lassos around in the air, writhing fingers grasping wildly in search of me. I flee and fall, scrambling backward on the damp concrete floor. I make it to the stairs and ascend. I don't go back down to the basement. Some time passes. This is my life now. I can't afford to move, and I'd feel bad about selling the house to someone with this still happening. But how am I going to sleep? I sit in bed thinking. I don't know what to do. [At this point, I woke up with a start. My partner had moved in her sleep, and I flinched away as if someone was coming for me. Trying to go back to sleep, I couldn't help but muse sweatily about what a horrible dream it was, and instead of sleeping got stuck considering what my options would be in that scenario. It seemed like the only thing to do, if I couldn't move, would be to permanently cover the drain or fill in the whole basement. But what would happen when he realized my intentions? When he heard the clink of the drain cover being picked up, or the cement truck chute coming in through the window well? Would he come out, then, after all? Maybe it was better to leave him alone. Maybe all he really wanted was to sit there, down in the drain.] [end]
June 27, 2025 at 2:29 PM
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June 14, 2025 at 6:36 PM
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Amazing foto
June 14, 2025 at 4:53 AM
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June 12, 2025 at 4:11 PM
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Balloon
Single black balloon in sky
June 8, 2025 at 5:11 PM