But nothing rhymes with “perfect”.
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But nothing rhymes with “perfect”.
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I am doing well (far better than I deserve, anyway), and am anticipating Very Big Things in the Very Near Future. As in, I will soon (at some point next month, odds are) be a Grand-Cuttle.
Everything is going well (all digits, appendages, and tentacles crossed), and Cuttledaughter is amazing.
I am buying books for the little one, and reveling in the memories of what this book was for me as a child or as a parent. I have two books that I think (no, I know) are terrible—just atrocious writing, just painful to read—but which were Cuttledaughter’s favorites. I have classics. I have newly recommended books that look wonderful. (Not too late to make your own recommendations in the comments below! I am especially interested in books like my parents collected, books from around the globe, from different cultures, sometimes in different languages.)
And I am looking for other things, like music, or art, or stuffed animals, or *anything*. Again, please, feel free to recommend in the comments.
And Cuttledaughter is looking for something specific. Seen on an app currently under congressional investigation, a Cephalopodean outfit for a very small human. (I will try to post a pic). If you have any leads, I would be happy to chase them down. If it is a pattern… I can sew.
I don’t have a verse for you today… although, oddly enough, I did dream of one recently—reminiscent of the Cat in the Hat, it was several stanzas of The Newt in a Suit. I have great difficulty remembering my dreams, but it seems to me, vaguely, that it was an environmentalist number, not in the league of the Lorax or Oobleck or anything, but in that direction. But about water shortages. So now you can go and imagine your own version. I, myself, am getting ready for another generation.
And I am going to fight like hell to make the world a better place, for her and for all the others.
Be well, my friends. I miss writing here much more than you miss reading it. Maybe soon??
The very last user on Twitter
Will proudly declare “I’m no quitter!”
And the self-described hero
(With followers zero)
Will watch it all flush down the shitter.
(Much easier than parodying Ozymandias)
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It was thanksgiving morning
The turkey I’d chosen
Had thawed for five days
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I cannot bring myself to link to the inspiration for this one. It exists on twitter, in the president’s own tweets, for those who crave punishment. It is a bad photoshop, of Tr*mp’s head on the body of a boxer (the pugilist kind, not the dog, which would have been both better and worse). Edit: Or you could look here.
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So it turns out that today is the 10th anniversary of this blog. The very first post was just the collected comments from Pharyngula that I had contributed for Cephalopod Awareness Week (or whatever it was called). [Read more…]
I hope we did what’s best for you
I know, at least, we tried.
I took you to the doctor
And I stayed there at your side;
I talked with you for one last time
Then held you as you died.
I kissed your head, and said good-bye
And cried
And cried
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Because I have the pow’r of speech
Impeach! Impeach! Impeach! Impeach!
If I believed in God, I’d preach
Impeach! Impeach! Impeach! Impeach!
From mountain-top to sandy beach
Impeach! Impeach! Impeach! Impeach!
In darkest ink no sun could bleach
Impeach! Impeach! Impeach! Impeach!
Deep in my blood, to tell each leech
Impeach! Impeach! Impeach! Impeach!
Beyond what mortal man might reach
Impeach! Impeach! Impeach! Impeach!
My duty calls; I will not breach—
Impeach! Impeach! Impeach! Impeach!
One final lesson I will teach—
Impeach! Impeach! Impeach! Impeach! [Read more…]
They’re tearing up the safety net
Like some bizarre sort of mission.
See, the G.O.P. are heartless…
It’s a pre-existing condition.
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