You know, everybody makes fun of Lucifer for his duck obsession, but as somebody who’s unfortunately developed a duck collection following this show, they are ridiculously easy to collect.
However, as I’ve been traveling, I decided to get a little duck in every country I went to, and I was hitting a wall in Bulgaria. So I went into an antique auction house and paid 50 euros for a little ceramic German duck figurine from the 1920s.
That would’ve been a new low for me, but I quacked in Albania when English wasn’t sufficient to get my message across.
Romanian duck achieved—my last one for this trip. He’s made of brass and was a little more expensive than the Bulgarian duck.
I can’t even tell people how many stores I had to walk into to find a single duck. For days on end. He was in an antique and art store.
This isn’t a game.
You know, everybody makes fun of Lucifer for his duck obsession, but as somebody who’s unfortunately developed a duck collection following this show, they are ridiculously easy to collect.
However, as I’ve been traveling, I decided to get a little duck in every country I went to, and I was hitting a wall in Bulgaria. So I went into an antique auction house and paid 50 euros for a little ceramic German duck figurine from the 1920s.
That would’ve been a new low for me, but I quacked in Albania when English wasn’t sufficient to get my message across.
I didn’t do my traditional birthday post last week because I finally pushed myself to resume traveling. It had been 11 years since I traveled internationally, which I’d been unable to do since for every holiday, I took care of my Mom and saw her until she passed in 2021. At that time, due to COVID and depression, I actually got to a point where I didn’t get out of bed for nearly a month and then couldn’t walk. Like I legitimately spent years rebuilding muscles in my body to learn to walk. I went from doing 500 steps a day and last week, being exhausted though, but doing nearly 18k on the streets of Istanbul. Suffice it to say, I’m actually pretty proud. Sore, but proud.
I chose to take my work sabbatical, 2 years past when it was given, and I have 5 weeks off work. I finished Istanbul, leaving Cappadocia tomorrow for Izmir, and I think I’ll head to Greece—but I don’t know where in Greece. I’d like to go to Romania, Bulgaria, Montenegro, Albania, Kosovo, Moldova, and North Macedonia. If anybody actually reads this shit, and has ANY suggestions or recommendations, please tell me, because I will listen!
I don’t know why anybody still follows me, but please, my gift to you all since this the internet —have some cats from Istanbul.
I work with clients with mental health care issues and I was helping a client at a hospital. They were ranting about JK Rowling, like how terrible she was, they had back and forth on Twitter, and she even knew her personally. They had mad beef. And I couldn’t follow much, but I was just like, “Oh yeah, her trans beliefs.”
And the client just said, “No, no. I can’t get into all of it right now but it’s not that. Joanne knows what she did.”
And every now and then, I just think that Joanne knows what she did. And now you do too.
Telling management you may not be able to fully attend a work conference because it conflicts with a con's schedule. Like, "yes, I understand our attendance is part of a required contract, but you don't know how much I've sunk into this cosplay."
My mom is a pharmacist and got 16 out of 30. SHE’S SO MAD.
HAH! I got 18. Barely. But I think one I got wrong by accident (like the screen was still loading when I pressed the answer but still, 18 isn’t bad?)
Bradley Bartell and Camila Muñoz had a familiar small-town love story, before they collided with immigration politics.
They met through mutual friends, had a first date at the local steakhouse, married after two years and were saving to buy a house and have kids. Muñoz was already caring for Bartell's now 12-year-old son as her own.
But last month, on their way home to Wisconsin after honeymooning in Puerto Rico, an immigration agent pulled Muñoz aside in the airport.
"Are you an American citizen?" asked the agent. She answered no, she wasn't. She's from Peru. But she and her husband had taken the legal steps so that one day she might get U.S. citizenship.
His wife also posted about supporting Trump. Leopards don't read Facebook posts before they eat you.
For those that don’t know, Gene Hackman and his wife have passed. The man lived an amazing, long life, but what I find interesting is in all the typical coverage I’m seeing of him and his filmography, it never mentions the one movie I know him from the best: The Birdcage.
It’s a movie that’s very fitting for the times we find ourselves in, conservatives thinking they are under moral assault by the LGBTQ community, but the lesson is that they ultimately come together due to love. For those that don’t know, Hackman, a Democrat, was actually on Nixon’s political opponents list when the Watergate Scandal came out and this was a source of pride for him. RIP Gene Hackman—I watched this movie too many times not to love you in it.