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(psssst if any of you are here via my rp blog let me know so i know who you are!)

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Yes just me, a dog. Taking a walk. With my dogs. Who are my friends. But also dogs. And I am a dog.


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This is important


The phone one though

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Being a woman in geek culture is like being Marisa Tomei’s character in My Cousin Vinny, except instead of auto-mechanic credentials, you’re being grilled on the games you’ve played or the fifth cousin of a peripheral comic book character and instead of one asshole lawyer it’s dozens of men at cons, shops, and the internet at large.


people get angrier about their tax money going towards helping people than it going towards killing people 

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Palmistry more like palmyourheadistry

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This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.

I tried to reblog this with a witty tag, but Tumblr took it as serious advice:


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