My wife has gotten used to this but some of the neighbors still judge a bit. Then again, we’re the house with the hummingbirds and tons of other nesting migratory birds as well as the house with lightning bugs

Henry Agard Wallace

It’s a tattoo of Ceanothus americanus, from a botanical survey of North America commissioned by the first continental congress in 1774. The lettered images on the bottom show the development of the flower head and seeds.

Botany counts, dammit

Moths are just way more bitchin’ than butterflies.

The bros in question:

Dammit, here you go ⬆️

Oh sure. Not all of them, certainly, but a good number of friends and I will hug to say hello/goodbye. Some of those guys prefer the handshake-bro-hug variety, others go in for the full bear hug. A handful of them, my oldest friends, are comfortable with cuddling, snuggling, or other non-hug physical contact so that’ll happen on the occasions we get to see each other.

Todd

Braggart

<3

I’ll figure out where to drop it off eventually, maybe

I got an invitation from someone I had been talking to online to come and have dinner with their family. It. Was. Awesome. I got a tour of their gardens, talked pest management, chicken composting, and propagation strategies, got a ukulele concert from their usually shy daughter with some special medical needs (and got to play something for her on the instrument she never shares), and had a lovely meal from their garden. Oh, and we traded plants and cuttings with each other to help diversify our gardens (and who they support)!

My experience has been that the “-” was exactly the same as a skip. Spotify still plays those songs and even if I’ve gone to the artist or group and selected “don’t play this artist” they’ll still come up. So this redesign seems more honest, in that you don’t like the song but they’ll still play it.

Jimothy

Tomathan

Kevincent

Jachary

Esteburt

Stanthony

No but I have experience with my Sudo:

I am the current incarnation of the-timer’s-about-to-go-off man: every time there’s a timer I’m physically uncomfortable in the seconds right before the notification beeps begin. “It should be done by now” I’ll say, just before the oven timer sounds, or the dryer plays its jingle.

Yesterday I took the dog for a walk around another store while my wife did the grocery shop, but I forgot my phone at home. Sure enough, I got the familiar itch between the shoulder blades and the dread “she’s probably done by now” and had to excuse the pup and I from the group of people giving him scritches. We all reached the car at the same time.