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There's a weird 3 star movie out there ready to change your life forever

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The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.

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I haven’t seen the HTTYD remake yet but it’s hilarious to me how John Powell wasn’t allowed to use the same track names so he just decided to be a troll.

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I appreciate The Empire Strikes Back for being the only time I can think of when a character just shot their enemy as soon as they saw them without pausing or having a dramatic moment beforehand.

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All good children's fiction says you are going to have to shoulder responsibility even if you don't want it.

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My gramma has been sewing for fifty years and she says a prayer every time she starts her machine

“Lord, I don’t like sewing without you,” — my gramma, just now.

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My gramma has been sewing for fifty years and she says a prayer every time she starts her machine

“Lord, I don’t like sewing without you,” — my gramma, just now.

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New [tumblr] users: there is something very important for you to know.

There is a secret callsign for [tumblr] users.

If you spot a wild [tumblr] human in the wild, you must tell them this phrase:

"I like your shoelaces."

The appropriate reverse-call, if you hear this phrase, goes thusly:

"Thanks! I stole them from the president."

I'm paying literal actual money for you to see this, so don't let it be in vain. Use this phrase everywhere.

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Whenever I’m forced to contend with the “medical intervention means you don’t trust God and if you believe enough and pray enough then everything will be just fine” branch of Christianity, I just want to grab them by their shoulders and say “YOU GO TO WORK AFTER YOU PRAY FOR YOUR DAILY BREAD”

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My dash did a thing

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Did you ever hear a song when you were a kid that you never found the source of? You kinda knew some of the lyrics and the tune, but you couldn't find it online? You only heard it once or twice and never again? That was me with this one song. I think I last heard it on a radio in middle school. I barely remembered part of the chorus. It's been well over a decade, and then just now, at 12:20 pm, I FOUND IT.

I randomly clicked on a Switchfoot song that was recommended to me on YouTube, one part of that song sounded familiar, and I instantly remembered the old lost song and realized that it might be the same band. I Googled the band name along with the few lyrics I remembered, and there it was: the long-lost song. I'd finally found it.

It's a decent song, and I'm excited to have solved a years-long adolescent song-hunt, but more than that, I'm excited at the idea that things aren't truly lost - that the catchy song or book or poem or painting you remember from seeing/hearing it two times isn't gone forever. It reminds me of that Spenser quote: "For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought." I love the idea that things aren't just lost. They can be found.

And maybe not just media, but an old sense of self, an old interest, an old dream. They can come back, too. The whole reason I was recommended the Switchfoot song in the beginning was because I was listening to the old pop-punk bands I heard when I was younger. Adult-me wants some other things from those days to come back, too.

This was a great way to end the day. My adolescent self is triumphant. My current self is relieved and encouraged.

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