What do you think is the silliest dog breed?

Chinese crested or borzoi are my top picks

i love borzois they remind me of sock puppets

ugh. my boy

Hmm…is there a color palette for “Christine Daae?”

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Cryptid of the Week: Squonk

Squonk is a small cryptid native to the woods of Pennsylvania in the US. It's said to be extremely ugly, and knows it-- and so it cries constantly.

Descriptions of it include webbed feet, but only on the left, and loose, wrinkly skin.

In some accounts, attempts to capture it have ended only in disappointment: Squonk can cry itself into a puddle to avoid being captured.

Jan 11 - spent part of the day working on a grocery list and clearing tag-ends of things out of the fridge. Got laptop packed up. After he finished his shift my brother drove me into town so I could drop it off at the Geek Squad desk in Best Buy. Hopefully it's fixable.

Spent the evening catching up on posting my backlog of dragon hatchlings on my FR blog, and getting them posted to AH in-game.

For supper, my brother picked up some fried chicken and potato salad when we stopped to get some groceries on the way home.

Have some excellent lines from the Cacus vs Hercules episode found in the Jan 11 entry of the Fasti:

Fierce Cacus had dragged the bulls backwards into his cave, Cacus the terror and the shame of the Aventine wood, to neighbours and to strangers no small curse. Grim was his aspect, huge his frame, his strength to match; the monster’s sire was Mulciber. For house he had a cavern vast with long recesses, hidden so that hardly could the wild beasts themselves discover it. Above the doorway skulls and arms of men were fastened pendent, while the ground bristled and bleached with human bones. The son of Jove was going off with the loss of part of the herd, when the stolen cattle lowed hoarsely. “I accept the recall,” quoth he, and following the sound he came, intent on vengeance, through the woods to the unholy cave. But the robber had blocked the entrance with a barricade of crag, scarcely could twice five yoke of oxen have stirred that mass. Hercules shoved it with his shoulders—the shoulders on which the sky itself had once rested—and by the shock he loosened the vast bulk. Its overthrow was followed by a crash that startled even the upper air, and the battered ground sank under the ponderous weight. At first Cacus fought hand to hand, and waged battle fierce with rocks and logs. But when these naught availed him, worsted he had recourse to his sire’s tricks, and belched flames from his roaring mouth; at every blast you might deem that Typhoeus blew, and that a sudden blaze shot out from Etna’s fires. But Alcides was too quick for him; up he heaved the triple-knotted club, and brought it thrice, yea four times down full on the foeman’s face. He fell, vomiting smoke mixed with blood, and dying beat the ground with his broad breast.

traxerat aversos Cacus in antra ferox, 550

Cacus, Aventinae timor atque infamia silvae,

non leve finitimis hospitibusque malum.

dira viro facies, vires pro corpore, corpus

grande: pater monstri Mulciber huius erat:

proque domo longis spelunca recessibus ingens, 555

abdita, vix ipsis invenienda feris.

ora super postes adfixaque bracchia pendent,

squalidaque humanis ossibus albet humus.

servata male parte boum Iove natus abibat:

mugitum rauco furta dedere sono. 560

“accipio revocamen” ait, vocemque secutus

impia per silvas ultor ad antra venit.

ille aditum fracti praestruxerat obice montis;

vix iuga movissent quinque bis illud opus.

nititur hic umeris (caelum quoque sederat illis) 565

et vastum motu conlabefactat onus.

quod simul eversum est, fragor aethera terruit ipsum

ictaque subsedit pondere molis humus.

prima movet Cacus collata proelia dextra

remque ferox saxis stipitibusque gerit. 570

quis ubi nil agitur, patrias male fortis ad artes

confugit et flammas ore sonante vomit;

quas quotiens proflat, spirare Typhoea credas

et rapidum Aetnaeo fulgur ab igne iaci.

occupat Alcides, adductaque clava trinodis 575

ter quater adverso sedit in ore viri.

ille cadit mixtosque vomit cum sanguine fumos

et lato moriens pectore plangit humum.

"I was one of the first of the uglies. Rock Hudson and Tab Hunter... were very pretty fellows, and that was the trend. I was one of the first of the uglies to get lucky." Happy Birthday, Rod Taylor (1930-2015) with Suzanne Pleshette and Alfred Hitchcock, "The Birds", 1963

one day since official thomastair content was released

Reebok ATR Mid

Mistigram: Big Dairy, not content with having the government subsidize its industry with the strategic cheese stockpile in caves, has now reached its influence to Storm BBS' daily holiday calendar, as evidenced by this #ANSIart screen of a menacing Holstein by AdeptApril, drawn on the occasion of National Milk day.

korean bird paintings by the mountain goats?

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Jan 11 - Did a little more work on the bedroom, mostly minor tidying up of some storage stuff, like re-arranging the storage bags my shoes and slippers are in so that the ties that keep them closed aren’t draping onto the floor (where I’m perpetually catching my foot in them), filling a cookie chocolate tin with assorted hair care items (comb, brush, scissors for cutting hair, assorted sizes and types of hair elastics), etc.

I’ve also still been thinking about the moss bed post that’s been making the rounds, side-eying the remainder of the Amazon gift cards I have from Christmas, and have as a result killed stupid amounts of time looking on Amazon, Wayfair, Etsy, etc. in search of stuff for one of my own (I’m also highly amused that some of the stuff I’ve located duplicates things the OP has in their google doc of potential stuff). I’m torn between whether I’d want to go with more of an apple green or sage green for the “moss” duvet cover. And do I also get a new sheet set to coordinate with it or no. About the only thing I’ve decided for sure is that I want to avoid all the things made out of photo-realistic fabrics and go for more of a cartoon-y look. And that the bed needs at least one woodland creature.

Currently leaning toward sage cover, sage sheet set, maple and bright green leaves, pink flower, mushroom plushie, and either bigfoot or a bumblebee. It would be sickeningly cute, and I love that.

happy almond milk year!!

[Image ID: A carton of "Almond Breeze" almond milk. End ID]

Happy Birthday, Georgios Jakobides (1853-1932) Laughing Boy

8. Eating Brothers

The title screen shows a cute smiling thing with big anime eyes and a long tail... and nothing else.

"All right, let's go. Again, I do like this game, games, it's ridiculous but these are all kind of fun aren't they? ...God what is this thing I really don't like it"

HNV: Oh good. Sperm-ario brothers.

"Oh, I eat! This is something I'm good at! I got this"

That's right, this game is about eating and bouncing on your long, coiled tail! You start out in a pink cave, eating bits of stuff lying around and making your tail longer and your jumps higher! Lots of things are after your tail, though, so you've got to keep bouncing!

HNV: Hey, this is like Snake Rattle N' Roll but it's a side-scroller Llord_Kuruku: I don't know if I like these squishy pink caves with bouncy floors Glockroach: look here old chum, do I come over to *your* place and tell you how to decorate

"Nah he's right, it's kind of got that juicy, meaty Contra background.. And stomach acid, there goes my tail!!" Getting hit makes you lose segments, but there's a fair amount of stuff to consume.

Baconnaise: Is that part of a shish kebab? it still has a stick piece in it, gross aroseahorseboy: ok, only two possibilities here one is that this is an intestine and you are a tapeworm the other is that this is a colon and i literally can't believe anyone would make a game about this Baconnaise: It's not that weird. they made a game about creating a disease to wipe out all humanity berd_snurglar: yeah but i don't remember running around in a dying kid's guts Baconnaise: Berd what you talkin about berd_snurglar: its gotta be the guts of the kid from the island game right, thats why he was starving so fast. it all makes sense Baconnaise: Don't come on when you're blazing anymore, okay Syrupentine: okay but how does the soccer game fit in? And the mom and babies aroseahorseboy: maybe the tapeworms give you rad mutants powers before they eat you berd_snurglar: shes a soccer mom, i dunno. and she feeds her kids tapeworms so they dont get fat HNV: Bea, seriously, help us out here, what's even happening in this game

"I'm, I'm stuck, what is this" She's collected all the food items, bopped all the enemies, and now her tail takes up the whole level! This seems to be the goal of each level. And each stage has a slightly different theme!

aroseahorseboy: so it's like Mario, if Mario was all about eating pasta until you filled the screen Llord_Kuruku: While, simultaneously, BEING pasta. Baconnaise: That's a heart the stage is shaped like a heart HNV: It seriously is! There's the aorta and the four chambers

"Why, aorta..!" Bea's commenting less and starting to look a little nauseous the more she thinks about the game. Next stage is shaped like lungs with two big chambers! "I think... I think we all know where this is heading and I don't need more tapeworms on my mind, or IN my mind"

aroseahorseboy: we got sorta absorbed in making up an overarcing plot for these games, i missed what Bea was doing