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Hello to all 3 followers who might have noticed my absence.

To begin, I'm not dead, yet.

I got a new phone in December, and before it occurred to me to transfer my accounts to my new phone, I lost access to my old phone number.

The number my 2-factor authentication is tied to.

So, although I am logged into the mobile app on my old phone, I cannot log into any other device.

Tumblr support told me I could generate a backup code. From a desktop. Which I cannot log into.

This site is a dumpster fire.

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Have you ever wondered how someone meets Santa? Well, you need to follow a very specific ritual to summon him.

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In other news, reading the reviews for Cats had become my new favorite pastime:

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🥺🥺🥺🥺

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The Outbursts of Everett True was a comic strip that ran in papers from 1905 to 1927, wherein the aforementioned Everett True regularly beat the everliving shit out of rude people as a warning to anyone else who might consider being rude. Men have not only been taking up too much room on public transport for about as long as public transport has existed, but the people around them have been irritated about it for at least a hundred years. The next time someone tries to claim that manspreading is a false phenomenon, please direct them to this strip so that Everett True can correct their misconceptions with an umbrella upside the head.

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We should all give Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons a good listen again, I think

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I've had a whiplash

i’m sure i’ve missed a few things, but i can’t stand to look at it any longer. i present to you: the good, the bad, and the ugly of tumblr throughout the decade

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@optionalwarninglabels

I’ve watch the phylogeny discourse on Tumblr go from “cladistically speaking, birds are dinosaurs”, to “by the same logic, humans are fish”, to “from a taxonomic standpoint there’s technically no such thing as a fish”, and frankly I’m excited to see where it goes next.

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A designer & an architect created a mountain home that’s a mix of styles and reminiscent of an antique fairy tale house.

The stone foyer, inspired by Goldilocks and the Three Bears.. 

This stone fireplace looks ancient.

 The designer went for a look that combined luxury and comfort.

I like how they recessed the stove to look like it was once a fireplace.

Very pretty dining room.

Fairy tale words on the stairs. 

The “lady’s guest bedroom” is inspired by Little Red Riding Hood.

A whimsical room with a bicycle hanging from the ceiling, and a vintage Buster Brown Shoes sign.

http://www.mixandchic.com/

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For the last decade or so, I’ve been routinely attending a ride-on lawnmower race. I’ve always wanted to participate, but the high cost of used mowers is better spent on more practical vehicles, like literally anything else. Sometimes, though, the universe sends you a message. And in my case, that message came in the form of an awkward leg of a huge trade-in scam.

Picture, if you will, the humble redneck. They await the approach of big, fast domestic mowers. John Deeres, Cub Cadets, even weird modified Chinese stuff they looted from Aliexpress. There is jubilance, but that soon comes to an awkward hush. An unfamiliar engine note approaches.

My International 1480 combine harvester, all ten tons of it, is barrelling down the highway at a clip somewhere between “tepid” and “jaunty.” Even though I have shown up for a race, I am sandbagging a little bit, making sure that the bets get settled against my vehicle before I show them the might of a fully operational monster such as mine.

Technically, there is no violation. I had looked at the rulebook from every angle in the previous year: it has the correct number of wheels, the proper agricultural intent, and with precise work on the tiller, it can even (poorly) mow a suburban lawn. Is it modified? Oh yes, yes indeed, but I see the nitrous bottles poking out from the rows of Kubotas at the starting line.

And when I leave the starting line, it is a thing of beauty. At least for a few milliseconds. It seems that the wizards at International Harvester simply did not comprehend of a situation in which the frame of their combine would be launched into the air by means of one thousand eight hundred foot-pounds of supercharger-bolstered torque. I had erroneously believed that the loose soil of the rural community would let the wheels dip in, but now I am facing directly into the sky, having twelve o’ clocked hard on my wheelie, shooting flames from my exhaust and whirling vertical blades of death towards the grandstand.

It’s not about whether you win or lose. Sometimes it’s about how many pages you add to the rulebook.

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DAY 15

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

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Y’all r wildin OUT

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How’s the Swedish Christmas goat doing? Has it caught fire this year?

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https://iww.org/