Yea, but I did set the fire, so...
Pronell
My first thought when I see someone with a ton of tattoos is "Fuck that looks terrible/painful/expensive."
It's only after that I try to appreciate them as a personal choice and artistic thing.
That said, I do want one tattoo, from the show Fringe, episode White Tulip. Just haven't made it a priority at all.
Spiritualists conducting scam seances in 1850s Boston, the Fox sisters. Their scam was done by "knocking noises" that were generated by the sisters cracking joints or even just tapping on the table or floor.
The circles they traveled in included Quakers, suffragettes, high society, and financiers. (Some of their early seances centered on stock market predictions, and made them a good deal of money.)
I just love that intersection of societies coming together to be scammed by some pretty bright women, in a really interesting time in our national history. Strict religious beliefs in a marriage with new age free thought.
I have kind of wanted to write a book centered on that time but never found a good hook.
My grandmother was an eventual product of that generation in Boston. Very equal rights for women while in a weird religious sect, Christian Science, founded by feminist Mary Baker Eddy.
That was actually Flavor-Aid, a knock-off. The meme stuck anyway.
I think it might be for copper for charging. Does look kinda like wood paneling though.
Fuck the bullies, learn to cook the few basic foods you love, and see if the love of cooking grabs you.
Or don't, I am certainly not trying to bully you into doing something you dread. I just get a ton of satisfaction from trying new things now that I am older and give less fucks.
I wish I snapped pics of the calzones I made yesterday. They weren't perfect but tasty and my wife loved em.
Maybe he was slurring 'train engineer'.
What if Tommy Westphal was real?
This should've been pipes and pipeweed.
My wife and I started Widow's Bay and we are loving it. She typically doesn't like horror and it is too much horror for her.
But the humor softens it a little, and she enjoys horror a bit more since we got married as she just feels safer. (And yes that warms my heart.)




This misses the point; if we cannot alter the past or see the future, we must recognize that the now is what we can influence.