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Good to see this one again

“To protect their copyright, streaming sites do not allow for screenshotting of any kind.”

Hey remember VHS where you bought a box to plug into your tv and you could legally record whatever was playing and then own it for free forever

Does anyone remember this Rapunzel from Shelly Duval’s Faerie Tale Theater. This was THE Rapunzel adaptation of my childhood. I regularly have intrusive thoughts about this episode. Every story that FTT produced was a piece of art and love. Thank You Shelly Duval, and Rest in Peace and Love.

My kid about her first hand experience with chiggers, “I’m sad that chiggers are really real”

Same

Happy Thanksgiving

praise the rain by Joy Harjo

pitter patter putter patter *you look down and see this*

Reblog to send Praise to Tama and all hard-working cats everywhere 💖🙏

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Video of Tama

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Will probably need this poem in the future

for the new house by Ursula K. Le Guin

So uh….some dude apparently recreated Adobe Photoshop feature-for-feature, for FREE, and it runs in your browser.

Anyway, fuck Adobe, and enjoy!

He is a god of frontiers.

He is born again in every child who turns their eyes toward the stars, toward the sea, toward the horizon, and he grows with them.  He is young and old at the same time, all ages and all things, and always looking outward.

Windows are his.  Portholes.  External cameras.  He is not a god of surveillance, but he is a god of seeing, of the endless need to behold the wonders of the cosmos, of the world around us.  He only wants to look.  He has no desire to settle, or to damage, or to claim.

When first a maritime explorer donned a diving helmet, Yuri was there to egg them on, cajoling and encouraging, begging them to let him loose on new sights and new experience.  And when humanity set their skills toward space, Yuri was on the first satellite out, waiting for the moment when his faithful would join him, when they would see.

He was there with Laika when the heat grew too great, when her breathing grew too labored, and he did what good gods have always done, and held her close for so long as he was needed.  He looks now in her honor, as he looks in the honor of all those who have reached, whether of their own volition or at another’s.  She was not his by choice, but she was his at the end, and he is a god of his word.

He only hopes that you can have the chance to see.

He hopes you will keep your eyes open, and take him with you when you go.