WillowDarkling

In an hour here I report to work, first day new job--maybe I'm a tad tense.  Mind going a hundred miles an hour.  Random story chosen to channel my energy--
So in Austin I was a college kid walking the nude beach (yup, literally miles of beach in the heart of Texas.  Hippie Hollow).  I was passing a cluster of camped-out folks.
Some bubba in a power boat zoomed closer for a look--and his engine stalled--with him drifting broadside fast toward our promontory.  He could get beached, or his hull could take an unforgiving poke from the terrain.
Guess what made me grin at this memory is--awww, all us naked people scrambled to the edge of the knee-high cliff to help, humanly buffering the gap and giving a shove so he wouldn't end up with his favorite toy scuffed.  
Well, he'd wanted a look !
 

Fasting turns me into a fucking Tinkerbell! I only have space for one emotion at a time, and it’s amplified tenfold because my body wants food!

Fasting turns me into a fucking Tinkerbell! I only have space for one emotion at a time, and it’s amplified tenfold because my body wants food!

Eureka! I have a car again! Picked it up tonight, and I am utterly delighted with my gently used Jeep.  

My son was downstairs getting ready for school.
Upstairs--off from my normal workday commute--I'd been quietly absorbed in my thoughts: out of sight, unknown or forgotten by all--next to the light switch for the stairs. 
I heard my son tell his mom he had to go back up for his socks.
As he was reaching for the OTHER switch--downstairs--I flicked the light on.  Ta da !
I'm told they looked at each other.
Then he looked back up the stairs.   "Daaad ! ? "  
'Tis the season, for haunting.  He wasn't all convinced that was me !

Global productivity is on the rise due to the Facebook outage.

Don’t mind me, chuckling where I had Dumbledore refer to anybody under a hundred twenty as a “youngster” in my potter fanfic.

I know it’s automated and generic, but I still like the birthday cake Bing made me.

So, just when I think things are settling down, and life is beginning to approach normal once more, my car decides to die. This is not simply a case of spending a week with its favorite mechanic. Oh, no. This is a case of the computer no longer talking to any of its sensors, resulting in a very large paperweight that looks quite a bit like a Jeep. 

The daft one and I are going car shopping tomorrow. Hide the whiskey...

Can someone please explain to me why I get so hot and bothered every time Luke Evans posts a topless picture and I can see his nipples!? God damn it!

My inner devil wants to compliment the selfie.  Your inner demon for the upcoming holiday?

Can someone please explain to me why I get so hot and bothered every time Luke Evans posts a topless picture and I can see his nipples!? God damn it!

The adorableness of Catinca Untaru not knowing her lines, and totally not understanding a word of Lee Pace’s dialogue is beyond perfect.  And Lee Pace’s performance in that role is beyond perfect as well. 

The adorableness of Catinca Untaru not knowing her lines, and totally not understanding a word of Lee Pace’s dialogue is beyond perfect.  And Lee Pace’s performance in that role is beyond perfect as well. 

Fun fact: Alexa is responsible for 95% of werewolf attacks in the last 5 years

Rest in Peace.

So a woman asks her mom not to bring a dangerous man who was convicted of a homicide in 98 (the grandpa) around her kids, the grandma does it anyways and the mom is surprised when the grandpa takes a sledgehammer to the 12 year olds head! cuz the grandpa thought the kid stole money from him!  (my neck of the woods)SMH
 https://www.fox6now.com/news/milwaukee-man-accused-of-killing-grandson-charges-filed

So… we just had our second police shooting… 

Big shout-out to @BronxWench for granting a hojillion category requests today!

Everybody needs a dose of infectious laughter <3

A very happy birthday to @foeofthelance and hoping this year brings lots of good things for you! See you at Ren Faire, lad, and I’ll stand you a mead!    

Must confess… this post in @Praetor ‘s topic irked me, but it didn’t feel right replying in a thread (where, no offense, not reading the relevant story).
The sense of self-entitlement here reeks, IMO, threatening a hostile takeover of a story because the author might be having a life outside of writing.
 

Protip: Best to not use poison ivy as toilet paper.

Sending birthday wishes to my darling @pippychick and wishing you all the very best for this year, and all the years to come. Love you!    

Found this excellent gardening tip on facebook!
REMEMBER: When you bury a body, cover it with endangered plants so it’s illegal to dig it up.