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This cannot be a coincidence: http://red.vox.com/library/post/estrangement.html

It is conspiratorial, but I am not sure who we are supposed to be conspiring against or what we are supposed to be conspiring towards.

I remember that tone, and interpreted it as sort of low-key cheerleading -- the sort of "we're all pulling for you" tone you might try to convey to someone in mile 23 of a marathon. Of course, actual marathoners are moving quickly enough that the interaction doesn't have time to get awkward, while at this point you're probably a little slower moving.

Hey, that (avogadro's link to your old blog) reminds me: Sylvia was given a "help save endangerd species" donation for her birthday, and directed it to a program to preserve river otter habitat; as part of this transaction she got a stuffed-animal river otter, and it looks a lot like your old avatar.

Nice watermelon pictures.

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redfox is a small furry animal, but unfortunately not the sweet and adorable kind. she lives in an awfully large house with her black-bearded husband snarkout and marauding child jane.

see also: the hungry tiger

Dinner reports

More dinners.

Things I Cried Over

  • The Great British Sewing Bee.

  • Window washers.

  • Lilo and Stitch. Repeatedly.

  • "No one was with her when she died."

  • Slings and Arrows.
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