Dude, who even knows.
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Okay, today I got up early (cause setting my alarm ain’t no thang anymore) to talk to a landscaper about tilling up and leveling the lower backyard, then I finished distributing the last of the medium hemlock mulch, went back to the landscaping yard and got half a yard of bark nuggets, distributed them as a durable top layer around trees, and assembled maybe half the weight bench before it got too dark
You can tell my mulch-pitching muscles have been developing, because they held up long enough for me to get fucking exhausted
And also by the way I got back-under-the-shoulderblade pains the night and day after but they weren’t so bad I had to adjust my sleeping position to compensate
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Man the lavender’s still scrawny and digging in its roots and already I like the way it’s scenting my sitting area by the window
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Yeah, so when I grab the bottom corner of my stomach now not only is there no room for the pinky finger but the ring finger doesn’t really have purchase to get involved in the grab
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Yeah I think the rest of the year I’ll commission some self-contained contracting work – leveling the lower backyard, the fence, possibly the garage door – do the things remaining re: the landscaping yard (filling in Blueberry Hill & Strawberry Ridge, maybe replacing the walkway to the front door and backyard with smooth pebbles now that Darwin in the driveway blocks the sun and turns the grass there now to muddy morass).
Chase down the last few % of putting every room in order and have them cleaned, get my corded screwdriver and stud-finder and stuff to put up these cool corner-thru shelves in the garage and the clamps for my Russian bedroom wall rug
Then sit down and really plan out to get the house reno done next year – also plan to get back in the medical system when my insurance rolls over next year.
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Texas has become the latest in a growing number of states to pass legislation that LGBTQ rights groups say targets drag shows, banning “sexually oriented performances” that take place in the presence of minors. […]
The measure, slated to take effect September 1, prohibits businesses from hosting “sexually oriented” performances in which someone is nude or appeals to the “prurient interest in sex” in the presence of minors. Those who break the law are likely to face hefty fines — up to $10,000 per violation.
Performers face much harsher penalties, and those caught violating the law’s new restrictions on drag shows could be charged with a Class A misdemeanor, punishable by up to one year in jail and a $4,000 fine.
An earlier version of the bill, introduced in March by state Sen. Bryan Hughes ®, sought to explicitly ban certain drag performances, but House and Senate lawmakers in March agreed to remove the direct references to drag, opting instead to expand what the state considers an illegal public performance of “sexual conduct.”
Luckily this will not affect one of Texas’ most beloved sports traditions, the Dallas Cowboys’ halftime performances of chaste Gregorian chant
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Honestly cyberpunk’s not that insightful about or even really about neoliberalism so much as that a lot of the early defining stuff should really be counted as part of the “neon noir” 80s detective renaissance, so obviously “a client hires a private agent to resolve some shady issue in a world too complex and multilayered for legitimate authorities to exercise hegemony over” is the basic narrative drive
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Okay, today I got up early (cause setting my alarm ain’t no thang anymore) to talk to a landscaper about tilling up and leveling the lower backyard, then I finished distributing the last of the medium hemlock mulch, went back to the landscaping yard and got half a yard of bark nuggets, distributed them as a durable top layer around trees, and assembled maybe half the weight bench before it got too dark
You can tell my mulch-pitching muscles have been developing, because they held up long enough for me to get fucking exhausted
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the claim in Ice T’s memoir that the pimp outfits are for the girls (rather than for the johns), to advertise themselves as someone outside conventional propriety that can help you get in on some kind of hustle, lef tan impression on me. It’s got me re-evaluating intellectual cliques. It’s easy to frame documents as part of some factional struggle. But maybe their true audience is within the faction. Professors writing to legitimize themselves to their students, etc
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Okay, today I got up early (cause setting my alarm ain’t no thang anymore) to talk to a landscaper about tilling up and leveling the lower backyard, then I finished distributing the last of the medium hemlock mulch, went back to the landscaping yard and got half a yard of bark nuggets, distributed them as a durable top layer around trees, and assembled maybe half the weight bench before it got too dark
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