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okay I pinky promise I'll stop Indie Folk Posting ™️ and honestly I may have said this on my blog already, but I wish I had the musical confidence of Colin Meloy. I adore Leslie Ann Levine, but can you imagine buying an album sight unseen for this brand new band no one has heard of, spinning it up and you're kicked in the face with "My name is Leslie Ann Levine, my mother birthed my down a dry raviiiine?"

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i always forget how much I absolutely love Castaways and Cutouts until I'm overcome with the desire to have that album on repeat for days on end.

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"it was a spritely, light magenta," I say in regards to your camisole, the ancient memory increasingly vague as it was in fact a nappy, blueish gray.

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I'm pretty ambivalent about going to California, but Colin Meloy has really talked me into driving on the California One.

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I should buy a hurdy gurdy

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some day the phone will ring and it will be the chapmans

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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

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In my town, there are a surprising number of people who have been killed by leprechauns. Whenever I travel, I always ask folks: how many did the Lucky Charms guy "get" here? After some confusion, the answer is always zero, and I could never figure out what was going on.

Now, I'd traveled to some shitholes on business, back when I had a real job and hiring managers didn't spontaneously combust upon reviewing my resume. Akron, Ohio. Dayton, Ohio. Toledo, Ohio. Columbus, Ohio. None of these places had feral fae coming out of the woodwork and slaughtering innocent folks in the woods. Not a single one. So there had to be something wrong with where I lived.

Fearful of death, I constructed in my place a homunculus: an artificial human. This crude replica, soulless and doomed to a short life of excruciating pain, would travel into the woods in my stead and collect valuable data vis-a-vis leprechaun-being-killed-by. A lot of people ask about this part, and honestly it's one of those things you just can't teach. You either know or you don't know how to fabricate a lifelike humanoid that will learn unimaginable suffering for little reason other than idle curiosity about where all those football players went to that one year.

Anyway, after only a few dozen attempts, I was able to at least figure out the general geographic area where the leprechaun lived. Sure, I had to go through a lot of curses, blood sacrifices, and expired luncheon meat, but it was all worth it in the end. Got a show on Discovery Channel about the whole deal. The only stipulation in their contract was that I can never reveal the truth about the leprechauns, because then folks would stop watching.

So come and check me out at 9pm (8 central) as I attempt to figure out a small, but tantalizing, truth about the Ethereal Killers Beyond Our Realm. We're also going to restore and paint a 1988 Lincoln Continental for a celebrity.

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had a fascinating dream last night where there was a new, virally popular trading card game - it was called MOUNTAIN (stylised in all caps) and the whole gimmick was that you couldn’t buy boosters or anything - you had to find them?

nowhere sold MOUNTAIN - I mean, I expect players did, once cards were in their hands.

but acquiring cards meant noticing a box lying around, and just….nabbing it? they’d be in weird places - in a skip, wedged high up in a fence, nestled in the branches of a tree? nobody ever saw who left them there, and there was a lot of debate about how MOUNTAIN boxes were sometimes hard to acquire without risking one’s physical safety - but then, that was also bragging rights. especially as harder-to-reach boxes seemed to contain more elusive and sought after cards…

no, I don’t remember anything about the actual gameplay, we never played any MOUNTAIN. alas. I know there were “frame cards” that were literally transparent but for a fancy metallic or holographic border, which I guess upgraded the card they were applied to? frames were super rare, my coworker literally ran up to me in the pub purely to show off the frame he’d just found

dream brain gimme the deets on MOUNTAIN’s actual mechanics, I’m invested in this controversial unpurchasable scavenger hunt game

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IM F***ING DEAD?????

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I want my coworker to go home so I can be alone in my office and take a nap

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Follow Mariam Barghouti on all the things for reporting from the West Bank. Keep amplifying the voices of Palestinians.

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taking some cardboard out to the dumpster at work and oh my god what am I doing here today? it's one of the most gorgeous days I've ever seen, it's just the tiniest bit chilly, the sun is out, and the air is so fragrant.

on days like today back in my home town I'd be sitting in Liberty Park drinking a latte and reading a book.

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older lotr illustrations sometimes depict éowyn wearing ridiculously small armour. apart from the problem general sexualisation of the only female character (who really does anything), there’s another hilarious thought:

éowyn pretended to be dernhelm, a man. to fit in, she must have worn men’s armor. so the armor in the illustrations is normal for rohirrim.

therefore, all the rohirrim rode to war just like that: