Not outing the poster here, but catch yourselves on – rvery one of my catholic Irish relatives drinks Bushmills. whiskeyreviewer.com/2014/10/top-...
I’m reading my way back through Raymond Chandler‘s Marlowe novels and my god how I love them all. There’s a sentence on nearly every page, dark as they are, which delivers a frisson of pleasure. Despite decades of imitation, he was one of one. 🖤 #shopsoiledGalahad
I vagueposted a while ago about the frustration of not digging the album my timeline is raving about, especially when it’s something I SHOULD like. Partly from annoyance (& partly because the band is truly gifted at self-promo) on the fourth listen it CLICKED. And now it’s on my AoY list. 🖤
After a week and a half of lacto fermentation, blending, and pushing through a coarse strainer with a splash of vinegar... Liquid sunshine.
I put together a history podcast about the woman who inspired the team name years ago – the legendary Lillie Hitchcock Coit, aka Firebelle Lil. ☺️ #SFFirebells #wpbl sparkletack.com/2005/07/22/f...
See what we did here a decade ago? 🌲🌲🌲 #rctid #sapporo #sistercity #ptfcmoderates
I really do appreciate Giants players hailing Satan after home runs, brings some needed theological balance to the squad.
When a spaghetti noodle splash becomes a … ghost butterfly skull? There’s a non-zero chance this becomes the logo of my black metal solo project. 👻🦋💀
“This” photo. I thought I took a few more, but this one does the trick. 😅 If you’re ever in the neighborhood …
By the way, you might want to share these photos with your crew – a pair of trepanned skulls I saw in a Oaxaca museum last year 💀
I actually love the look of the current badge – it’s an intelligent historical throwback, and it replaced THIS 💀
There’s a Jewish blessing for eating a fruit/veg for the first time each year, and I love that so much. Today is peach blessing day ☺️
Don’t think I’ve posted a photo of Mount Tabor‘s green man this season. It’s time.
One extreme positive from yesterday was the place we watched the match. An open air patio behind a combo beer+wine bar / record shop that specializes in punk & metal. The crowd was so chill, diverse, and casually Portland cool it made me realize we’d finally acquired a neighborhood dream spot. 🥰
We kids took a week or two to recover from our annual visits to grandparents in Los Angeles. You’d come over the grapevine and see the valley full of smog like a bowl of soup. 💀
Vibes of Dearbhlá enthusiastically joining a group of labrador retrievers in training as bird dogs. She (swimming hater) madly plunged in after them with ZERO chance of catching up, aggressively tug-of-warred the dummy away, and trotted around the beach proclaiming victory. 😅