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I feel seen.

Somebody wrote me a note and wrote “Nolantheless” as a segue.

Oh, BRAVE new world that has such people in it.



“Ooh, baby, baby, it’s a wild world.”

I got really excited the other night — I saw an immense, graceful heron glide over the Roanoke River to land beside a … beaver dam!!  Which had apparently always been there, but which had heretofore escaped my notice!  And there were beavers bobbing and swimming about!  (I’m guessing they are nocturnal?)

I tried to get pictures and video for the whole gang — but it was too dark.  The footage I shot was all shadow.

Then I made the mistake of excitedly posting the following on Facebook: “I just saw a beavers and a heron!”

The.  Jokes.  Will.  Not.  Stop.  (Sheesh, you people.)

This includes a lot of “heroin” comments.  I’m kinda surprised by the level of drug-related humor out there.



(She’ll be A-Okay.)

Pal of mine tonight: “I will need moral support!”

Me: “Will amoral support suffice? That’s kinda my thing.”



Throwback Thursday: Gen X Bingo!

Found on Facebook.  (And, as you can see, myfreebingocards.com is credited.)

As I think I’ve mentioned before, the “Oregon Trail” video game jokes are lost on me.  I remember neither hide nor hair of the iconic game from my own 1980’s childhood.  And I’m half-convinced there’s some sort of “Mandela effect” at work here.



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(This has been a public service announcement from Eric Robert Nolan.)

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They’d *BETTER* thank me.

Welp. It’s a good thing I’m a pluviophile.

(They’re gonna thank me one day for keeping detailed files on Pluto.)



Cheer up, Tucker.

Things will look up!  Maybe you’ll get a date with that Green M&M you’re so hot for.



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(Hopefully not too soon.)

I think I am going to have “Oh Shit, Was That Today?” inscribed on my tombstone.



GYMKATA!!

Why did I buy white sweatpants? Was I pretending to be a gymnast?

They are also way too big — like maybe MC Hammer joined the KKK for some reason.



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Toucan play at that game.

Mystery blue-green gunk on my windowsill. Like two unhealthy toucans stopped by there to gather their strength.

Yes, I do realize that “two unhealthy toucans” are my go-to suspects for all sorts of things, because my mind is weird like that. But this time it actually kinda fits.