feemus.bsky.social
Long-time journal editor, academic, currently maker of pies in Buffalo.
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!! And when they say something is “20 minutes away,” we used to automatically assume it was at least an hour’s drive.
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It didn’t work for Mary
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Australian water fountain pigeons!
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Brilliant. And why don’t we have granita di caffe in this country?
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I was a home health care worker, for minimum wage. I worked with terminally ill people in their homes. Watching people I cared for pass on was awful. What made it tolerable was being able to help. Your son had poor pay, trauma, and no chance of connecting w/ patients or relatives. 😢
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😉 *the
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Where are you from? It may not recognize regional accents. My husband’s name is Don, and in upstate NY everyone calls him what, to my ears, sounds like Dan. That’s just the way they pronounce Don. You are right, though—I gave up on voice texting b/c the results were ludicrous.
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That looks like a hot dog in deep cover. Happy Donut Day to you!
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Wait—is driving w/o music unusual? I love driving w/ no music or other media.
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😲That photo!
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Parents of massacred children charged after allowing children to go to school
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Yes! And off point, the Oval Office is now cluttered, gaudy, and garish.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder: a pig bladder
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Another big ball, not as many mustaches
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Needs must!
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Cogent, eloquent, moving.
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Let’s do the Time Warp again
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The High Tariffs of Skeet welcome Jerry to their multiverse.
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I use a take-out chop stick inside an orphaned sock from the dryer to clean the nasty little corners at the bottom of my window screens. Imagine the supply chains that make this pathetic attempt to clean possible!
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Phallocentric males with huge microphones communicate directly.
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High agency males wielding mikes
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In the worst dog park ever
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Love it—but Frankenstein’s monster is much more sympathetic than the Miller monster.
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Sit back, focus, floss.
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When I was a kid, I used to lie on my back and watch the clouds to see what images they would reveal—faces, trees, mountains, etc. I see so many in your clouds. Thank you!
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this is a honey trap, I can sense it!
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That’s why our crisper has a modesty panel.
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The mouse is blissful
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Is the indelible Sharpie that lost its cap there too?
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At IKEA, they sell buckets of 100 Swedish meatballs, but you have to assemble the bucket.
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Was this during a near death experience?
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I was just about to add this!
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Cornell has an amazing bird app named Merlin, too,
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Absolutely inappropriate, smug grin.
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Don’t leave out the little avocado guy wearing a green sombrero.
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Scissors would have a hard time cutting this paper
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My first thought too!
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Do you blow on your soup cans too?
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Yes, he shut me right up!
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When he was 11, our son tested into an advanced math program taught at a university. He adamantly refused to go. We kept telling him how much he would learn, how impressive it was that he was admitted, and he silenced us by saying, “Why can’t you just let me be average?”
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Steve Uncle aka Tim Onion
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Absolutely. My daughter wanted to get tickets to a band in Toronto and they were $300 apiece. So many people priced out of the market.
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My grandmother called thunder “Aloyius’s cannon.”
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He looks like a bad guy from the Rockford Files.
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Along with spaghetti with clam sauce (canned clams for 99 cents), a staple of my grad school diet.
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The proud tradition of Sylvester Graham, C.W Post, Horace Fletcher, and W.K. Kellogg carries on.
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Maybe the decline in attendance is partly due to fear of attending mass gatherings—mass shooting events at festivals and a COVID induced worry about large gatherings.