Stalinwolf

Putin belongs in Yantar like the swamp-fuck he is.

I hear the charity tax myth all the time and I don't understand why everyone just believes it.

Sometimes you can find scimitars in there. You can chop a camel right in its hump and drink all of its milk right off the tip of those things.

The entire app is a slow and clunky mess on our Roku TV. I've never seen a more poorly optimized and irritating service. Every time we're subjected to it I'm dumbfounded that Disney would even greenlight such a thing.

Better kill that son-of-a-bitch who named ya that.

I have this one here. It's huge and leatherbound. Unfortunately it's missing several of his less popular ones. The Hound is one I'd like to read, but it isn't included in this volume.

I haven't reached that one yet, but I'm close. I really enjoyed A Colour Out of Space, The Dunwich Horror, Rats in the Walls, The Temple, Call of Cthulhu, and the very beginning of The Festival, when he describes wandering along the seaside road toward the distant twinkling lights of a wintery village. The opening pages of that book are beautiful.

Do you recall which Lovecraft story?

Your fear of disappearing resonates the worst for me in regards to my daughter (4) doing so. It makes me want to vomit to think of her just gone, at the mercy of someone or something else, with no way to know where she is or how to save her. It rips my heart in half that so many parents throughout time have lived this exact nightmare and never received answers. I find some relief that I live in a very safe part of the world where child abductions rarely (if ever) happen, but there are a number of other ways your little girl can just vanish.

I wouldn't say this perpetually weighs on my conscience, but every time I remember it can happen, it really fucks with my head.

I've never cared much about TikTok but old Vine memes make me wish I had been more involved with that platform. If Loops ends up being cool, it might be neat to help pioneer something for once.

A lot of customers at work mistake me for one of my staff. We look nothing alike. Different hair color, different facial hair, drastically different glasses and demeanor. But once or twice per week someone tries to continue some conversation we never had.

I could understand if they had spoken to him once and saw me in there a week later.. But these are regulars. I guess glasses + hair growing from face goes a long way.

I'm not surprised. Immigrating to Canada for seven years and then visiting home was very eye opening.