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oh, there’s another one. there’s also a new one by an Estonian author. I haven’t read it yet, but judging by the author’s general style of thought in the media, I’m not holding out for a deeply nuanced discussion. and it’s most certainly a picture book. who knows, maybe I will be pleasantly surprised.

I don’t know if you’re just making a random comparison or talking about an actual kids’ book on the Christmas truce. because that book totally exists.

meh, done that.

Ah, knotting! I actually knew about that one. but the piece was still amazing. writing this at a new year’s party. party hard!

the rum raisin one!

I remember living under elven surveillance during most Decembers since the early 90s. I asked my friend who’s a couple of years older and from a different area and he remembers the same and probably from the late 80s even. we don’t have a book to go with it and the elves themselves are magical creatures that you don’t

Jesus the hairstylist. sounds like a good new angle on all of it.

yes, I can concur that sex in dreams where I have a penis feels totally different (better?).

after pants, yes. but when skirt or dress is involved, it can be before, especially if the skirt/dress makes it uncomfortable to bend over.

there’s a Mr Jean-Paul Gaultier working at my post office...

wow, yay, progress!

Queso Detectives

mmmmm, large sharpie fumes....

#biweek

Now playing

also, Mulino Bianco cookie commercials in Italian:

It’s meant to be the genitive case, not the genital case.

You can never have too many cutting boards.

OMG my fingers are itching so bad for some dough to mix. and it’s nice warm sourdough weather. and I have so much flour in my kitchen. MUST. BAKE.

this is some Kesha realness