
Adventures in Amateur Birdwatching
Downy Woodpecker & Hairy Woodpecker: I can’t tell these guys apart and I don’t believe that you can either.
Downy Woodpecker & Hairy Woodpecker: I can’t tell these guys apart and I don’t believe that you can either.
The longer I’m a blood donation regular, the more I appreciate the ritual of it.
You can’t know what you would have done under the strain of such overwhelming psychological forces. And I can’t know what I would have done.
I’m sure your dog is great, but I probably don’t care about your dog unless I care about you.
“I don’t remember the title but the cover was red” was the first library meme you ever encountered.
It’s hard to know how much help is mine to give.
People say “PIN number,” even though the N stands for number.
This place is all you. Thanks for that.
Buckle up, kids. We’ve got ourselves a monster romance.
The man could narrate his trip to the vending machine and I’d happily listen.
“It’s her. It’s our ghost buster.”
Maybe I just need to get into something nerdier, like styling cosplay wigs or long division.
Imagine trying to go through the same processes when you haven’t held a cell phone since 1997.
I didn’t think it would be difficult for me to return to my home church.
Have you ever seen anything more tragic?
The Bible says to love your enemies, but we are not your enemies. We’re your content, and the Bible doesn’t say anything about that.
You understand intuitively why people are drawn to burned-out houses. Even grandmothers.
The motive is never interesting and always money.
Misery loves company and I love misery.
What did they make in the last twelve months that sparked something—grief, pride, thought, joy, a last-minute panic because oh crap it’s my day to post something tomorrow?
At least in the epilogue she really sticks it to him by making him dress up in a Santa suit at the Christmas party she goes to with all of the other kidnapped women and their abductors/lovers.
I readied myself to finally be the one disappearing into the muddy vegetation while my siblings made sideline sports commentary about my efforts.
Those are the things that the metadata leaves out.
“Could you enhance this image” on your 1990s camcorder? Sure.
It was a joke when I turned to my sister and asked, “I dunno, do you wanna share a spinsters’ grave with me?”
Ten years ago, the post calvin was just an idea.
Yesterday I stumbled across a picture of a red pine and realized I had never actually seen one before.
She mouths the numbers to herself when she calculates the tip.
I think they might have arrested him in the end, but if they did I don’t know why.
Introducing slushies to the two Chinese exchange students who were on set was either the best or worst thing I’ve ever done for Sino-American diplomatic relations.