Friday Ephemera (831)
Just tap it. Trust me. || At last, a solution to the problem of wearing of a belt. || I have questions. || I have questions 2. || Insert joke here. || A tender moment. || Intriguing cheeks. || Lifelike home robot is curiously flexible. || A rolling stone. (h/t, Things) || Situational awareness. || The wrong kind of water for making tea, 1975. || Toddler, tall building. || Look, just try to keep it down in there. || Colander percussion. || Crumple zone. || Power plants around the world. || On the upside, it ain’t crowded. || IKEA products ranked by how long they take to assemble. || Aerodynamics. || On circles and vibrations. (h/t, Things) || Vloggers, you say. || She’ll love it. || Shoes can really pull an outfit together. || Because it can be done. || And finally, Ms Dolly Parton’s Jolene, on a 7″ 45 single, played at 33.
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Verifying that you can indeed get this shabby treatment at home.
The older I get, the less motivated I am to do real cooking.
I was hoping for more sympathy. Possibly flowers.
And there’s something to be said for knowing the precise quantities of additional cheese and chillies to nudge a Chicago Town Stuffed Crust Pepperoni into Not Bad, Actually territory.
I mean, you can’t dine like royalty every day.
Me, feeling smug because I have no coat to be set on fire in the alley.