A Few Days Ago, I Was Prepping Garden Starts In My Dining Room When I Saw Something Strange In The Sliding
A few days ago, I was prepping garden starts in my dining room when I saw something strange in the sliding glass door to the backyard. Shadow after shadow after shadow fell across the glass as something—or, rather, a lot of somethings—was decending on my front lawn.
I turned and went to the front window to see SO MANY STARLINGS (and one scrub jay) pecking at the grass.
They were there for roughly twelve seconds, and then as quickly as they had come, they were gone.
It was the first time I had seen that in my home (rather than a park or woods), so I'm glad I managed to get pictures!
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I work in outdoor education, and you would not believe how often I get to do stuff like this (I love it). But imagine you also have 8-16 very excited elementary schoolers who all also want to hold the slug, or snail, or worm, or [insert bug here], and you have to protect the little friend from a horde of screaming, overly curious children. It's actually kind of the best.
This is actually my coworker's hands, but they are showing off a little spider they found to one of our students.
i like working at plant store. sometimes you ring up someone and there's a slug on their plant and so you're like "Oh haha you've got a friend there let me get that for you" and you put the slug on your hand for safekeeping but then its really busy and you dont have time to take the slug outside before the next customer in line so you just have a slug chilling on your hand for 15 minutes. really makes you feel at peace with nature. also it means sometimes i get to say my favorite line which is "would you like this free slug with your purchase"
Idk if it's like this for other queer millennials who weren't able to come out until they were in their 30s, but I constantly feel like the way I express my queerness has to get some kind of approval from a nebulous cosmic judge.
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I'm with OP. And also, romantic art/photography is some of my favorite. Gimme a reason to find art and joy in my day-to-day, please!
I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like "this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol" when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every "classical" looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad
No matter how much you dislike your own writing, I promise you it’s better than AI
Rebloging because I can only assume the Simpsons screenshot is in reference to the people who get hung up on singular their being the ones getting dumber.
Because they are.
Because singular their is grammatically correct and has been established for centuries.
Anyone getting pissy about it is dumb.
Is it so much to ask that I just be allowed to lay around reading horror novels, playing indie horror games, and drinking coffee all day, then lay around all night watching horror movies and paranormal inestigation shows, and maybe write some horror short stories on the weekend which I then post to reddit as if they're first-hand accounts of spooky stuff that may or may not have actually happened to me?
I don't think I'm being unreasonable here.
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