https://twitter.com/TheEndofCinema/status/1251143339065225218?s=20
https://twitter.com/NatureisScary/status/1250968976907214848?s=20
https://twitter.com/backt0nature/status/1249121593458069506?s=20
https://twitter.com/RexChapman/status/1250466060790386693?s=20
https://twitter.com/milkstrology/status/1250505294448193538?s=20
https://twitter.com/Clnwlsh/status/1250318782737698817?s=20
https://twitter.com/AbbyHiggs/status/1250459223311482880?s=20
Two things:
1) I have never before wanted to move to Germany as much as I do this week. I might be in love with Angela Merkel.
2) Oh, Ray Bradbury. I have never met a writer who has held onto the mystery and intensity of childhood as well as he has. Time to go re-read Something Wicked This Way Comes. (I read it every single fall for 10-15ish years of my life, but I’ve slacked lately post-kids.)
Related to the Merkel video: I had an argument with my husband this week about how he’s never bothered to figure out how to get me and the kid EU passports, though he correctly observed that the EU probably wouldn’t exist anymore in a few years.
Had no idea about the penguin eggs. That is totally fascinating. I wonder how they taste?
They taste fishy, omdg. There really is no other possibility.
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