Cantaloupe/muskmelon is a trash melon that contaminates everything it touches.
So excited about this one! Spotting AI-generated student writing, advocating for unhoused writers, Kate Christensen, Aimee Nezhukumatathil, Jeff VanderMeer, Kristi Coulter, & so much great work about writing!
Toss a few plecos in there. That'll fix it right up.
(I AM KIDDING.)
It scares me whenever a post escapes containment.
Whaddaya mean it's not just me and three pals typing into the void?
Tweaked my back. Might be dying. Probably actually dead.
Apparently I am too many years old to open a skylight with a pole hook.
Look who is incredibly proud of herself for having a perfect dental checkup.
This is one month after scaring me & the doc about a potential abscess. $$$$ later, it turns out she'd likely just eaten ~something~ in secret.
Friends, I highly recommend seeing a '90s swing revival band 30 years on. They sounded fantastic. People were DRESSED and DANCING.
Was it like opening a time capsule of a time capsule? Sure! But a screaming horn section, a drummer that won't quit, and showmanship? Perfect.
"But what if Frog alone can fix it?"
(I'm somewhat embarrassingly still in love with swing, after having been in vocal jazz in high school. And I very much get why there was a revival post Grunge; it was a pendulum swing.)