Opus cuddling a melon crayon. I ganked this from social media and look at the crisp perfection of this strip at least a couple times a year. Hope you enjoy.

I don't even live in Oklahoma any more and only lived in Norman very briefly in the oughts. Therefore, I am the point man on this. Any one who misses making fun of Oklahoma and maybe even misses the state just a little bit, this one's for you. You are not alone. Remember to call your grandma or grandma-adjacent today. It's okay to admit that you might want to trade your original in for a cuddlier, less judgemental update. Maybe it wasn't fresh cookies and mumus on the lanai [or seriously, emotional availability] or other things you needed. The beauty of this life God has given us is that we can adopt grandma-adjacents, old people who inspire us, into our lives any time we like. You can take yours to the Wallsmart or the hair salon and mock people together. The world is wide and there are old people out there who will happily hang out on the lanai with you. Holy Advent and Merry Christmas, keep it between the mayonnaise and the mustard, i.e., keep moving/don't give up. You were born for hope, not for despair. We still have Bill Murray.

While we blow kisses towards towards the Bhagwan's seventy two gold Rolls Royces, should there be a name for us? Bloomies? Friends of Bill ze Cat? Boingers? Steve's Clients? Enterpoop Crew? Berke's Berkes? Help , it's important, probably.

Fascinating and based article from Scientific American on why it will be difficult to conceive babies in space and carry a pregnancy successfully. I didn't know that International Space Station astronauts lose that much bone density from microgravity during their stay. For an adult in his or her thirties or forties, that might be too much mineral to get back, even with ideal health and reconditioning regimens after getting home. Women with osteoporosis have prescription drugs they can take to slow down this type of mineral loss, do we even know how those work in microgravity?

There's much more to bulk shopping for staples than the big box stores. EZ Prepping has a searchable directory of stores and markets, so you can shop like a stone cold Mennonite saver. Things I've noticed about shopping at Amish or Mennonite stores: 1.) Many are not listed online, you have to find them in the local paper or word of mouth. That's how I found "Sunny Gardens" in Lamar, MO. 2.) Call before you go, as many of them change their hours based on seasons and stock availability. These are mostly family-run, small places. If Grandma is at her heart appointment and can't man the cash register, then that's it for the day. 3.) Bring your own shopping bags. 4.) Less packaging on everything. They buy in bulk and re-sell most items in smaller packaging labeled and sold by weight. 5.) Take your time shopping, they're also selling chickens, nursery stock and a bunch of other stuff, they'll get to you when they can. Again, family-run. 6.) Bring cash, these are low volume places and the credit card transaction fees, IF they take credit cards, might be punitive for the owners. 7.) There might be a minimum charge to use a debit or credit card. 8.) There probably won't be a public bathroom. 9.) You will meet cool people who know how to raise their own food. The ladies at Sunny Gardens didn't mind being asked about hyperlocal gardening stuff- climate, planting dates, soil, what works and what doesn't. Asking "what is worth my time to grow around here?" can unlock a wealth of experience and information. Don't just go by books, Rodale Press doesn't know shit about what to grow in Missouri or Kansas and I'm calling them out, right here, right now. Rodale, you are not the be all and end all. There are neatly dressed old ladies in kerchiefs who will tell you how it is.

REPOST MEME. When I used auto complete at login to fill in my email addy, I broke Jerboa and had to uninstall. Downloading Connect instead. I use the Play Store, because I need gratification without actually finding a solution. I reported this to the admins. LEMMY IN ARRRGH I'VE GOT FOMO YOU OWE ME DOPAMINERGIC BLISS

She hadn't let water touch her perm in decades, except at the salon. She loved her possibly immortal cat and watching real estate flipping shows. She wore a ton of makeup, only "Merle Norman" brand. I know you're busy, but call your grandma today. (Calling someone else's grandma is ok, too.)

A coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave die only once. Call your babushka, let her know you love her. [Auto- Translated, please forgive if it's lacking]: Боягуз гине тисячею смертей, хоробрі вмирають лише один раз. Зателефонуйте своїй бабушці, дайте їй зрозуміти, що ви її любите.

The story of a man, a man, perhaps, on par with the legendary Lawnchair Larry. Let us dance the dance of life while Z rounds fall around us.

Glorious non credible story of a man who WOULD NOT BE 360NOSCOPED.

So what the heckin heck, my delegates? Any chance at all that this catering company owner recorded while NOT having his hand pressed to the flattop in his own kitchen? He says he's alive, his friends say he's alive, the Geiger counter taped to his head is overclocking.