Gondor calls for soup.
Those That Tremble as if They Were Mad
Folsom Street Fair is an anime convention.
No, I will not elaborate.
Saving $20 on airport food by spending $30 at Buc-Ee’s.
Yes I’ve seen the new Dune ornithopter from Lego. Call me when I can build Shai-Hulud; bless the Maker and His water. Bless the coming and going of Him.
The grandfather clock is currently haunted. It chimes randomly, often playing only part. The clocksman’s coming out next Sunday to gather the mechanism for repair, but until then I might not be the spookiest thing in my house.
I would like to propose the term “corporate dozen” to refer to any time or situation where a company has reduced the standard and customary amount of something in order to increase profits.
EX: “Most boxed cake mixes now only make a corporate dozen cupcakes due to shrinkflation.”
I’m currently on the weird part of the internet. Which is to say, the only part of the internet which is still good. I have found a blinking gif which says “soup enjoyer.” It feels like home.
Also, I would have £600 added yearly for the performance of charitable works, and those things I would not, neither will be, accountable for.