It’s not a roving band of tree sprites, sadly, or a woebegone circus. kitschnsync: That would be people cruising the canal on the Queen of Seattle, a steamship that puts the hot vapor through an onboard calliope.
Dude I know IRL is being a smug white guy on facebook (big surprise! fmr. basket/football captain thinks he’s a sensitive philosopher/understander of BIG IDEAS, YOU GUYS) and I don’t want to respond but I’m bad at impulse control and I kinda want to feed this troll. I haven’t saved enough “white commentary” .gif/pics. Help?
ampersandean replied to your post: How often do you need to practice pan flute? Maybe this is a matter for The Stranger’s Questionland?
How often do you need to practice pan flute?
ampersandean replied to your post: Am I hearing their battle cries? You can hear it from Fremont, too — it always sounds like it’s a VERY LOUD, slightly scattered woodwind band going down the Canal. What is it?! ipomoeaandthestarstealers replied to your post: Am I hearing their battle cries? there’s a brass/marching band that practices at 9th and 45th, maybe it’s their lost woodwinds? ...
Am I hearing their battle cries?
Around 12:15, almost every day, our neighborhood echos with the sound of pan flutes and various other woodwinds. It’s lovely and ominous. Is a troop of tree sprites actually on a rampage down by Lake Union?
Black Bean & Corn Tortilla Bake →
Made this tonight to test run it because I’m making it for the new-parent friends, ( the ones whose baby got me out of a might-be-weird drink date) and it’s good. Easy, too. Serve with sour cream because serve everything with sour cream.
Baby Reign of Terror
shana—e replied to your photo: Shana’s right. at least you were a cute supremacist I beat up all the other little blondies so I would remain so, too.
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When someone suggests drinking at lunch
I used a friend's new baby as an excuse to pass.
An acquaintance with whom I share a mutual friend is in town and wants to get drinks. He’s a totally nice guy from what I remember, but I can’t feel social enough to share drinks with someone I spent 48 hours with 3 years ago.
Mac N Cheese and Thank You and Please
I made these but only have one muffin tin so I made a mac n cheese pie because America.
Happy Fourth of July! →
elsi: courtesy of Kurt Vonnegut’s Breakfast of Champions