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Thank you all! Facebook of course, for this award, which is proof positive of my worth. My parents, for raising me to be the kind of person who can merit such an accolade. My Facebook friends, for being appreciative, obvs. Myself, for believing in myself. The list goes on.
Can’t wait to see how my badge looks.
Zuck took time out of his busy schedule to visit me for inspiration
I barely knew who Arron Banks was. Now that I know a bit more, I barely care.
I know who Caroline Lucas is: the envy of idealistic 12-year-olds everywhere. (Nothing wrong with being young and idealistic; it’s better than being older and none the wiser.)
So, reading the latest of what passes for news, I see that the bad boy from Basingstoke prompted Lucas to report him after setting Twitter squawking with his expressed desire to see a teenager drown in the Atlantic ocean. Well, when you put it that way.
Having incited my own much more modest mob a number of years ago, and being versed in tribal politics, I find merit in his non-apology: “Obviously I don’t hope she encounters a freak yachting accident! … I just enjoy watching the ludicrous tweeter mob following the next outrage.” Doubtless he spat out the bones of a baby kitten immediately after providing that quote.
If you’re reading this on a phone you probably can’t read this, but there’s a phone friendly version here
the Wonder Woman who introduced me to the world of wonder women. Although we shall return to Lynda from time to time, the screenshots I have lined up are from the 2017 film starring Gal Gadot and Chris Pine, which I finally got around to watching in the summer of 2019 using an Amazon Prime trial, appropriately enough.
I’m not sure they came with a laugh track, either
It’s CGI, which if you know your Arthur C. Clarke, means it’s close
This isn’t in the same universe of filmmaking as Naked, but the pay is much better
Deserve’s got nothing to do with it
I guess every generation needs a reminder
*Captioning Game of Thrones would probably take the rest of my life
The hunter finds his prey, his keen ears having detected the kitchen door opening.
Fleet of foot, he advances on the unsuspecting greens.
Ignoring the high pitched screams of the basil, coriander, carrot tops, mint, watercress and curly kale, he satisfies his terrible hunger.
Sweet peppers are a delicacy traditionally hand fed afterwards as a reward for his prowess.
How can he enjoy nature’s finest bounty, and yet also go gaga over this?
(For all I know, he observes me eating my usual
as cold cereal and thinks WTF?)
From what we’ve seen in pet shops and online, some bunnies practically live on nuggets, which were more or less invented to fatten rabbits for slaughter. Too much is a recipe for disaster. He’s allowed them because we figure they have nutrients he might be missing out on, as he can’t forage like his wild cousins. In other words, the nuggets are akin to this
and probably have more vitamins than this,
fortunately not all of which goes down the hatch.
Under his chair, planning the next hunt.
Maybe next time…