Only the carpet was hurt. || The thrill of modern romance. || How to use your arms. || Hair crisis of note. || It’s called My Neighbour’s Car Alarm. || Dinosaur migration. || When you fancy a relaxing stroll. || Cooking utensil of note. || Playdough surgery, an educational series. || When teeth explode. || Sleep well, dear reader. || A pixelated journey to the centre of the Earth. || “Simulates the texture, elasticity and feel of a real nipple.” || Why aren’t you keeping track of my tedious pretensions? || Playing dress-up, the modern way. || Babysitting scenes. || A basis for deportation. || The body snatcher of Los Alamos, a Twentieth Century horror story. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Airbag jeans, $499. || And finally, and because you’re all thinking it, does it throb?

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It’s called health-conscious cooking, darling. || Modern dating. And yes, she’s a Guardian contributor. || You know, I’m no expert but I’m not sure it’s meant to do that. || Same deal here. || Today’s word is suddenly. || Classroom scenes. Well, at least it’s keeping the kids quiet. || Incoming. || Look, I’ll tell you when to stop. || “Is mine normal?” she asked. (NSFW) || Neighbourhood of note. || Signalling detected. || Moral conundrum: gum or matches? || More joys of public transport. || It will tock again. || Waiting room scenes. (h/t, Julia) || She was wearing strange clothing and carrying a box. || Zoomable tree of life. || As a lair, this baby has potential. (h/t, Things) || I’m not familiar with the kind of thing I’m seeing. || And finally, not quite a force-field, but I suppose it’s a start.

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Artificial eye contact. || I fear suspension may be tested. || A job that calls for teamwork. || Face time. || Ah, yes, the old face-in-scrotum thing. Wait, what? || Mind the wires. || What the magician sees. || Feel the power of Mac OS 9. (h/t, Things) || Assorted starship corridors. Previously and related: The chairs of Blake’s 7, and an impressively thorough study of the chairs of Doctor Who. || The lost episodes of Doctor Who. || The thrill of trimming asparagus. || More joys of public transport. || The progressive retail experience, parts 457, 458, and 459. || More things that never, ever happen. || More than is strictly necessary. || In other news. || “No-one has asked what my pronouns are. What the fuck?” || Injury of note. || Chopper casualty. || And finally, think good thoughts.

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Well, it was a big egg. || A visit to the barber. || Enliven your cleaning with the laser of shame. || Nibbles. || Embiggening of note. || Some cooking occurred. || Row brewing. || Steed and Mrs Peel visit The Town Of No Return. || Remember, this never happens. (NSFW) || Now I want patterned ice. || She handled that pretty well, I think. || Maybe, just maybe, the problem is you, madam. || The progressive retail experience, parts 455 and 456. || More joys of public transport. || Bohemian Rhapsody. || Drag moth. || Today’s word is modification. || Today’s other word is incongruity. || The great house cat migration. (h/t, Things) || Next door, honey. || Shift Happens. || From the hood. || Clarkson’s Farm, series two. || And finally, it’s always a pleasure when someone makes it look effortless.

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Crabs give pedicure. || Deaf man and his cat. || Not quite what I imagined. || Calling International Rescue. || The calculator drawer. || Random Street Views. || City living scenes. || A.I. attempts to make sign-language manual. (h/t, Dicentra) || At last, music generated from text. || Smart slime and throbbing bloblets. || Bruising of the soft tissue. || You had one bloody job. || But only when it rains. || Back passage of note. (h/t, Damian) || Ancient Earth Globe. || Theirs is considerably bigger than yours. || Gently does it. || A decision was made. || Thriller, Indian version. || Chain reaction. || ChronoPhoto, a photographical history game. (h/t, Things) || Coffee can do anything. || And finally, don’t worry, it’s a weight-saving measure.