blessed be the weird, the outcasts, the unruly; the mad, the strangers, the wanderers without harbour. saints of loneliness and patrons of struggle, those devoured by guilt and those ravaged by longing; all hail the tired, the lost, the forgotten.
*releases pack of dads into home depot* go……be free
invasive species encroach on lesbian territory
This is a common misconception because they’re such similar environments, but you should be aware that dads are native to Home Depot, while lesbians are actually native to Lowe’s. At this point, however, both dads and lesbians have made themselves at home in both Home Depot and Lowe’s to the point that trying to separate them back into their original ranges would probably do more harm than good to the delicate ecosystem of large chain hardware stores.
A properly raised and socialized Dad will be perfectly comfortable cohabiting with Lesbians. Its not really “encroaching on another’s territory”. You wouldn’t say that about foxes in a forest that also homes bobcats, would you? No. It’s just two different species that have both evolved to live in similar/the same environment. As long as they recognize each other as equals, Dads and Lesbians are more than capable of cohabitation.
Now, if you were to release a pack of Lumberjacks into a Lowes or Home Depot, that’s where chaos will reign. Being adapted to a far harsher and more demanding environment, the Lumberjacks would simply push Dads and Lesbians both out and also consume far more than a sustainable amount of resources. It would be like releasing bears at a country club.
As a former timber-harvester… I feel this is potentially accurate in theory. But highly improbable in actuality.
Lumberjacks, like most megafauna species generally require more space than the average hardware store, even a big box store could provide. The misconception is that Lumberjacks are a social species because of how they often work and live together.
This is a matter of necessity, not preference, and a survival technique for thriving under the LogBoss.
A “pack” of Lumberjacks, if not under the environmental pressure of a LogBoss will naturally disperse until they each have a wide territory.
Lumberjacks rarely fight for territory.
One on one, a Lumberjack could drive out a Dad or Lesbian, however the latter tend to travel in social packs.
Lumberjacks will passively retreat on the presence of large numbers of people. Kind of like Sasquatch.
Getting a “pack” of Lumberjacks assembled would be hard enough unless they were forced into a Hardware Store by a LogBoss. In that case, they would already be in a heightened and potentially agitated state far above their natural behavior. This artificial scenario can be likened to a circus animal running amok. If it had been in the wild, the incident would not have occurred.
Free-roaming Lumberjacks are the cryptids of the Hardware ecosystem. They are surprisingly quiet and unobtrusive.
Please stop labeling Lumberjacks as dangerous roving social predators. They are intermediate level omnivores and remarkably peaceful unless threatened.
As a hardware store worker I can say that this is all 100% accurate.
Brocken spectre with a glory, an atmospheric effect of light which has powerful instrumental effect in one of the scenes from the novel Confessions of a Justified Sinner.
“Others pointed out that Tumblr’s implementation was chaotic and lacked human review. For example, fan art that depicted robots having sex with tentacle monsters was deleted for bestiality, which led one fan to mourn that even Hollywood Oscar award winning movies were at risk:
“I guess this means The Shape of Water is a no-no as well? /stares mournfully at gifs of fishloving" [25]
When the artist attempted to explain to Tumblr that the “characters” were cartoon dinosaur robots, they were told: “"This termination is final, and replies to this message will not be reviewed.” [26]
Complicating matters was Tumblr’s shadow ban of certain keyword searches that could have assisted in ascertaining the extent of the impact: searches for “tumblr purge” led to no results. [27]Other banned searches included “fandom wank” possibly due to one of the words also having sexual connotation in the UK. The list of search terms blanked included: “"breast cancer,” “safe sex” and “chronic pain”.[28]
Perhaps one fan summed it up best:
“Tumblr dies the way it lived: completely fucking ridiculous.
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I’m starting to believe that even if Tumblr remains somewhat functional for some of us, we’re reaching a point where we have some degree of ethical responsibility to leave and encourage others to leave, or at least refrain from making this a primary social network.
A site that conceals medical information from its users is not a good or healthy place to be.
Another still from the Centennial Ridges Trail in the Algonquin provincial park in Ontario, Canada. On October 2nd, 2005, at 4:01 AM a large grazing pack of deer was captured on the cam. At 4:30, the pack, en masse, runs off camera, as if from a predator. At 4:38, this animal is briefly seen. The temperature drops 8 degrees in a matter of minutes. The animal shown then wanders off frame and is not seen again.
I’ve been reading Jane Austen’s manuscript works, i.e. the short stories and novellas and plays she wrote as a teen, as well as the works in progress she left behind when she died. I need an entire separate post to sob about her last novel, Sanditon; today what’s interesting to me is the subject matter of her early stuff, and how freakin’ different it is from anything she published. It’s…lurid. Violent. Austenishly satirical and smart as hell, but, like, there’s adultery and bastardy and bigamy all over the damned place, and people get poisoned and flung out of windows and have their heads smashed in by carriage wheels—it’s like a published Jane Austen novel reinterpreted by Punch and Judy.
It’s hilarious and awesome, and if it were anyone else, I’d enjoy it as no more than a typical teenaged enthusiasm for melodrama….except
Deregulation will get you killed. Republican policies make your life worse.
Let’s be really clear that these aren’t farmers in the sense you normally think of. These aren’t oldish guys wearing overalls and women with weathered hands. These aren’t families with kids who come home from school and help with chores of day to day farm life.
These are corporations. Corporate Farms.
It’s known as Big Agribusiness. And it’s been destroying family farms for decades, consolidating ownership of the food supply, and forcing people off their homes and into tighter living spaces in the city.
screaming into the void since '89 