I’m not even going to try to type the name of this one. It’s Estonia’s contribution to this year’s Eurovision and it makes me happy every time I hear it.
Apparently the chorus translates roughly to “Why no, officer, those are not our drugs.”
In one of my best photos 10 years ago I vaguely looked like Lana Parilla, so that would be awesome. Realistically, someone fat.
If nothing else, my family. I don’t have a good sense of the future or life goals, so I keep myself moving by setting small goals. Plans to bake something, working on a painting, just little things around the home.
Thank you. I can’t get certified humane eggs for less than $4, and I live in a low-cost-of-living area. I’m willing to pay more for them.
An art piece is never finished, only abandoned.
Their families will be fine. They will just go out of state, or out of country if need be. The poor will suffer. So it goes.
It has to do with going alt-right. Elle Reeve wrote a book about it. If you prefer video, she did an interview with Adam Conover.
Because you don’t want your voters to have to think about nuanced issues. You want them to react with pure emotion.
Strong Bad said it best: “It’s like, even when we win, he wins.”
I’m baking sourdough tomorrow.
For US news, I really like readtangle.com.
Here’s a great Ted talk from a guy who got pulled into the neo-nazis and got out.
I would like the option to make it public on my community. I have asked people not to downvote amateur bakers for just trying to improve their skills but some assholes don’t listen.
I wish my intentions were more like what you describe. It’s more that I’m actively looking for abstract art inspiration. I know some people use music, and I’ve considered it. But after reading Night Circus, I thought the black and white esthetic would be fun to interpret, and once I hit on that idea, I decided to keep doing it. It’s a good way to keep myself regularly practicing since I average one book a week. I’ve done five so far, but none of the books has really moved me emotionally. I look forward to doing a piece after I eventually hit a five-star read.
My mom taught me intestinal distress.
Hold my breath while thinking of a soothing song. Alternatively, actively try to hiccup.
See also Emergency Skin by NK Jemison.