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My first reaction upon seeing these was “Jesus Christ in a giant novelty sized oven glove, those are some lovely bits of spicy nonsense”
My second reaction was a more considered appraisal of them as a kind of homage to those wonderful buildings like the ROM in Toronto where a massive old classic structure gets a big old architectural glass newthing shoved onto it and my friends, I love those wonderful buildings so this is very much up my alley.
Suffering from imposter syndrome and having a performance review is like being a small cornered animal being offered a treat by a strange human. My boss says something good about my performance and I take it uncertainly from his hands, back several steps away from him, and without breaking eye contact I roll it around in my hands, sniff it, and finally, reluctantly, internalize it.
Funniest part of this is that this is that the entire sequence of events this implies would still be a completely plausible Wile E Coyote Gag.
Wile E is chasing Roadrunner as usual when they encounter the wall of holes
Roadrunner zooms through the crowd and into a perfectly Roadrunner-shaped tunnel
Wile E tries to follow and immediately crashes into the wall
Looks around and sees a perfectly Coyote-shaped tunnel nearby, and climbs into it
Cut to a nightmarishly distorted, twisted Wile E emerging from the opposite cliff face. He takes several steps, bouncing and wobbling like a slinky, holds up a sign with letters that are also distorted into unreadable gibberish on it, and collapses into a tangle of furry spaghetti
Pan to Roadrunner casually standing nearby next to a still-perfectly-roadrunner-shaped tunnel exit, which is the only normal-shaped tunnel exit on the entire cliff face
Roadrunner sticks tongue out, beep-beeps, and vanishes in a trail of dust
Cut to Wile E Coyote, now unscathed but very annoyed, assembling an ACME Tunnel Boring Machine
I remember that, at its peak, my carefully curated niche little corner of Tumblr used to feel like a bunch of amazing, lovely, talented weirdos sharing their triumphs and despairs with each other in between the Five Things Fridays and the GPOYWs, to a chorus of understanding and support from strangers and that one guy you played darts with that one time at the Toronto Tweetup.
I miss so much of the community that went away on here, but I feel that recently - I dunno why - some of that has come back, and I want to say that I really appreciate everyone who is still here and sharing their daily joys and frustrations, their victories and disasters, to this ragtag bunch of stragglers.
Not sure where I’m going with this, but if you’re reading this and I’ve seen you in my feed recently, I guess I’m saying thanks.
My Dad (completely in denial about how hard of hearing he is) is visiting from the UK and my father in law (who accepts that he’s hard of hearing but doesn’t care enough to wear his hearing aids regularly) is taking the two of us to the Canadian War Museum tomorrow and I am just. so. excited. This is gonna be amazing and I am HERE FOR IT
discovered an intriguing network of pornbots which appear to be repeatedly reblogging this picture of butter between themselves
I love all of these
I had a temporary office job at Island Farms many years ago and it’s crazy to think that “one day porn bots will be reblogging pictures of our butter” never came up during the preparation of the 2007 financial statements.
