Every Time I Look Up Something Relating To Autism And Autism Speaks Is The First Thing To Pop Up I Want

Hey so like why is there a third story door? This region does not get extreme snow, and is too high to be reached by flooding. So. Wh

To alla y’all who put effort into having good alternative options for those of us who can’t have certain things, you have no idea how much it means. To see something someone has made with their hands in the hopes of including you? Pure serotonin.

In other news I had a sugar cookie for the first time in years and it made my whole month.

The scene in lotr where pippin sneaks the palantir at night always kinda cracks me up bc:

-pippin’s wiggle of discomfort reminds me of cat videos

-Aragorn bursts in the door and just goes “rAAGh,” takes it from pip, and instantly goes noodle

-Gandalf throwing a blanket at the Evil Orb

For your pleasure,, items for sale that make me want to cry or possibly laugh:

This is what Porter Robinson’s Worlds album sounds like to me (I haven’t listened to the other albums)

Does anyone get a diff feeling? Similar/same?

Ma gets it

So similar, but so different

Arright my more experienced friends, I need some brainstorming. Some ideas, if you will.

One of my favorite sweatshirts has finally gone from “I’ll just say this spill happened today” stained to “This is a paint shirt” stained

But. So has a whole load of my laundry. So! I want to save, at the very least, the whale and some of the flowers (embroidered directly onto the fabric, from Jeana Draws).

I have no idea what to do though. If it was a patch, I’d remove it and place it somewhere else. If it was just the sleeves or just the body, I’d just remove one or the other and see new bits on. Alas, motor oil and a machine washed chapstick have attacked both.

Any ideas on how to recycle these bits into something else wearable?

Real things customers have said to me:

“Well that’s not gonna work for me, I’m gonna need you to say yes”

“When I die my wife is gonna have me cremated and stored in a cookie jar”

See also:

<TW: gross innuendo>

Something someone said to my coworker who was using a can of pressurized air:

“You’re pretty good with that - you can b**w me any time”

Space pasta puns

So like if fancy smart scientists decided that the theoretical process of what happens when you enter a black hole is “spaghettification,” I think we should brainstorm what the other pastas would be.

The black hole thing is because of the “infinite stretching and squashing” I believe. So like. How does one become lasagnaed? Fettucinied? Farfalled?