My dog's yeasty ears smell just like warm pumpkin pie, and yes I need to treat them but hear me out -

The club password is “I wrote unattributed content for alt-weeklies during the Bush years and got paid in concert tickets and pizza and I clipped the article and I sent it to my mom.”

Hey Bluesky, who’s on your imaginary bowling team? I’ve got Bourdieu, Coleman and Putnam.

nobody used to know where anybody was and now people are around all the time

summer squash is as phallic as winter squash is yonic & i know you all agree

20 books, 20 days. Just covers. 12/20 #edusky #booklit @edusky.bsky.social

20 books, 20 days. Just covers. 11/20 #edusky #booklit @edusky.bsky.social

20 books, 20 days. Just covers. 10/20 #edusky #booklit @edusky.bsky.social

20 books, 20 days. Just covers. 9/20 #edusky #booklit @edusky.bsky.social

20 books, 20 days. Just covers. 8/20 #edusky #booklit @edusky.bsky.social

20 books, 20 days. Just covers. 7/20 #edusky #booklit @edusky.bsky.socia

20 books, 20 days. Just covers. 6/20 #edusky #booklit @edusky.bsky.social

20 books, 20 days. Just covers. 5/20 #edusky #booklit @edusky.bsky.social

20 books, 20 days. Just covers. 4/20

20 books, 20 days. Just covers. 3/20

20 books, 20 days. No explanations, no reviews. Just covers. 2/20 #edusky #booklit @edusky.bsky.social

The challenge is to choose 20 books that greatly influenced you. One book per day, for 20 days. No explanations, no reviews. Just covers. 1/20 #edusky #booklit @edusky.bsky.social

What’s your wildest childhood fear? As a precocious, unsupervised seven year old, I read several credulous book about “true” hauntings and demonic possession. Each night, until I was in college, I sandwiched my head between two pillows so the ghoulies couldn’t whisper into my ears.

“Analyze the tedious reading in a 500 word post to Blackboard/Canvas and respond to two peers. You will be marked down for responses deemed short, chatty, grasping, late, divergent, improperly titled, containing typos, or without X citations” is the laziest, most cynical simulacra of pedagogy.

Confession: in eighth grade I faked laryngitis for two solid weeks so I could watch the Marlena-possessed-by-the-devil storyline on Days of our Lives. I have not watched a soap opera before or since.

“Hello my name is Bob Dole” is a great name tag to wear if you happen to be dressed like a pineapple.

Last night I dreamed I was passed by a convoy of flatbeds carrying conical warheads. They were beautifully painted. One was painted like a circus tent, and hand-lettered to read AT THIS POINT, WHY NOT?

"As someone who has spent a lot of time and energy reflecting on restoration in a range of Quaker contexts in recent years,"I believe [ @theradr.bsky.social's On Repentance and Repair ] has much to offer to Friends," Lauren Brownlee writes.

the psychoweather predicts a thick fog of false equivalencies clearing by midday, with a sprinkling of contrarianism at dusk

“Raising awareness” is the “check’s in the mail” of guilty liberalism

Facebook memories would like you to rub your face in an inane, weird, whimsical thing you posted for no good reason back when George W. was president.

Phooey

TIL that Cracker did not write the song “Low” about a “monkey cosmonaut” (Enos) crashing into the glass green sheet of ocean — but instead a plain old “junkie cosmonaut” using drugs. Entire fields of florid interpretation erased by a phoneme.

🚨 Costco shrinkflated the broccoli 🚨 America is dead

big bowls of homemade Chex mix had an absolute stranglehold on the youth snack table until Clinton was elected, and then it was mud pudding and Squeezits

I'm honored to be an editor of WHEN WE BECOME OURS, a an anthology of adoptee authors writing about + for young adoptees. My co-editor Shannon Gibney created a GoFundMe to help raise funds for travel/lodging so that as many contributors as possible can participate in book events around the country.

Batman loading up his many body-strapped containers at the Ponderosa all-you-can-eat salad bar. A belt clip filled with raisins, sleek cargo pockets brimming with dried chow mein noodles.

this is my dogdaughter Rootie and she’s pupset I’m posting this, but she doesn’t have a lot of bodily autonomy so

Mohela, who services my loans: sorry, we can’t PSLF your loans until you do this thing at studentaid.gov Studentaid.gov: sorry, that is actually a concern for the Department of Ed. Department of Ed.: Huh, what? That should be your employer. Employer: actually what you want is Mohela.

My love language is Toyota Corollas

Horse:Pony::Lake:Pond