Daniel Chester French, also famous for the Lincoln Memorial and the Butt-Millet Fountain (okay that one isn't famous, I just couldn't skip the joke)
because this is bluesky, nop iam not saying being alcoholic is cool, I think being so incredible at your sport that youre the best thing its ever seen while smash drunk is wild
Someone was surprised to learn that I yeet bugs out instead of *gently relocating* them. I appreciate the gesture. But in the tropics, seeing bugs where they shouldn't be is an hourly—not weekly thing. You learn what can survive a yeet to save time. In this thread I'm rating animal yeetability.
Being a trans author is fucking weird right now. Hell is actively unfolding all around us but I still need to be like, "hey, everyone, wanna buy my silly little queer book? It won't make anything better, but it's kinda fun?" So....hey, everyone, wanna buy my silly little queer book?
. I've slept with two men in my entire life. But when you've got the kind of insomnia I do, that's really saying something.
An author just came in and got a library card. When the person looked up their name (to make sure they didn't already have a card) the record for their books came up instead. The author was SHOCKED and DELIGHTED to see we had their books and told the person that we'd made her month. Score!
Forgive yourself. You did the best you could at the time.
Six more ways to tell someone to get lost, from various languages… 6. Here’s a peso, buy someone to talk to (Tagalog) 5. Go and give the dog a bath (Portuguese) 4. Go mushrooming (Latvian) 3. Go tile the sea (Arabic) 2. Go fuck the field (Catalan) 1. I said good day, sir (British English)
Every time someone corrects my vocabulary it just makes me think fewer of them.