Shockingly high. They kinda fling themselves up. They are bottom feeders!

I asked Jay Baruchel about our flight status while stranded in the airport in Montreal.

Divine, one of my all-time faves.

I am so happy to hear that Savannah came out.

They are SO tiny. Also they do a sploot when they fly, and we decided that because they’re so fast, it should be called the Turbo Sploot.

That’s actually kind of funny. Good job, Savannah!

She was the COOLEST. You can and should tour the house if you’re ever on Staten Island. My aunt’s memorial was there, and it’s lovely. Alice used to ride around NYC on an early bicycle, with all her equipment. What a cool person.

Aww it was a good day for puffins. I’ll say hi to the coast for you, bud. Also what is it about puffins that 1) makes them all look half-surprised to be there and 2) gives me hellacious cute aggression. I just want to cuddle them in my arms and SQUEEZE their little cheeks.

Damn right. The anger I have about fascists oppressing and harassing the indigenous and historical first residents of my home state of California when my gen X white ass actually IRL KNEW the first person in my family to move there. The hubris is just beyond.

Absolutely. Part of Shan’s point is I think that poor and rural stories aren’t platformed very often and I fully agree. But in the US at least, the class war has stratified the cultural difference further — so there especially aren’t many outlets for poor or rural voices that aren’t conservative.

For what it’s worth, I would love to read rural maritimes stories.