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So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.

-- Lord Byron, 1817

My mother was upset because Al Roker told her that we were going to get 14 inches of snow.

"Al Roker is full of shit," I said.

No matter what happens, I will stand behind this. "Al Roker is full of shit." is my new mantra.

This is your periodic reminder that hammocks aren't real.

Twitter may have the Trump takes, but here is something that Twitter does not have: wound cube

Hey Folks,
Remember that one time when......

Computer History

i needed to make a single colour design for a screenprinting workshop and somehow it manage to go off the rails

So I cast off my 2018 temperature blanket on Jan 1st and I am so pleased with how it turned out. I knit one garter stitch row every day for 365 days based on the daily high temp for my city. It was a very rewarding project. #knitting

PSA: Back up your account!

Back Up Your: follow lists, block lists, toots, etc.

It's not that I think my admins are suddenly going to pull a WT, but things can happen. Servers can catch fire for example.
You have peace of mind this way. I back mine up quarterly.

You can only request an archive of your toots/media every 7 days, and it takes a bit to get a copy of your shit posts emailed to you.

If something happened, it's nice to not have to start over again.

boost if you were swapped into the place of a human baby as an infant

So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.

-- Lord Byron, 1817

Repeat after me: profanity is a perfectly legitimate form of expression

The Sun is not food. The Sun is your enemy. He wants to hurt you. Hurt the Sun first.

@thegibson if you're approached by police, turn your phone off. Even with biometrics enabled it'll demand your password on boot.

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