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We need to start loving.
- Elizabeth Thomas, Alabama Is Generating Billions by Trapping People in Prison
I have a sneaking suspicion that this is how most library staff would like to go.
The "guano mania" of the 1850s led to high prices in an oligopolistic market, government attempts to control prices, fear of resource exhaustion, and eventually the enactment of the Guano Islands Act of 1856 in August 1856.
The Act authorizes U.S. citizens to take possession of unclaimed islands containing guano for the U.S., empowered the President to protect such claims with military intervention, and established jurisdiction of criminal offenses under the laws of the United States within the territories thus claimed.
The Shakopee Mdewakanton are the wealthiest Native American tribe, going by the individual's personal wealth. There are 480 members, and each member gets around $84,000 per month, as disclosed by a tribe member going through a divorce.
Study details ‘transformative’ results from L.A. pilot that guaranteed families $1,000 a month
How do people without an internal monologue (and here-ish) experience contempt, anxiety and self-loathing?
Hummingbird friend playing in the spray while I water the yard. (Hard to see our little friend, look for a quick darting movmement in the center of the video...they blend in with the spray very well.)
If I've learned anything in the last half century of sucking air on this spinning rock, it's that wearing pants is for suckers.
Stout Memorial Grove in Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park.
Beautiful.
Big Tree.
Big tree down.
Getting there is half the fun.
According to The Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization, I live in only one of four counties in Oregon with no Bigfoot sightings.
Bummer.
I'd just woken up, so I went to go do the first thing I do every morning: blearily make my way to the railing at the top of the stairs to yell, "Love!" to my wife. This particular morning, as I rested my hands on the railing, I felt my right hand brush something off of it. I was still more asleep than awake and barely registered it except to think, wouldn't it be funny if that was a spider.
I yelled, "Love!" My wife yelled, "Love!" back.
With my day started properly I shuffled off to the bathroom to do bathroom-type things. As I sat down on the porcelain throne, I noticed a black blur out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head to see a mouse spider crawl under the door and into the bathroom. It stopped, turned toward me, and ran.
"Bro!" I said.
It stopped and said, "Sup!"
I said, "You did not just crawl under the bathroom door to come at me!"
It replied, "You did not just knock me off that railing!"
"Bruh," I insisted. "I was asleep! I didn't know you were there!"
"Well that makes it all okay then doesn't it," it sassed, slowly crawling toward me.
"Bruh!" I reiterated.
"Bruv!" It replied, stopping again. "You done fucked around now you're gonna find out!" It ran toward me again.
"Not cool!" I replied. "I got my drawers down over here trying to take a dump!"
"Like a bitchass chump," it said, still coming at me.
"Stop!" I yelled, standing up. "Don't start nuthin, won't be nuthin!"
"Big talk," it said, then stopped right in front of me. It focused all eight of its eyes on my private parts and continued, "for a little man."
"You little fucker!" I said as he closed the gap between us.
"Is that what your wife calls it?"
I grabbed the box of tissues from the top of the toilet tank behind me and brought it down right on top of it. I lifted the box and saw the the spider's legs begin to curl up. It's eyes focused on me briefly, so I said, "Bitch, please," then saw eight points of light fade into darkness.
This entry is dedicated to the man with his hand down the back of his pants....like, way down...asking, at the reference desk, how to delete his download history on the public access computers.
Minneapolis mayor Jacob Frey promises to ban no-knock warrants, then promises to restrict them, then Minneapolis police murder Amir Locke using a no-knock warrant. (archive)
Minneapolis mayor Jacob Frey calls people who work from home losers (archive), then claims it was a joke.
Have you hugged your local furry lately?
First the furry community donates lots of money to save a library from a bigot. Now they hack the Heritage Foundation, a group spearheading Project 2025.
caveat lector