Tell me this is a hoax...
 

Fine nobody likes my feminist rantings. I don't miss working in customer service...
 

Pygmy marmosets aka finger monkeys. I need them!
 

Two Canadian brothers rescue bald eagle from a trap

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"I knew this would never happen again, so before we let it go, I told my brother Michael, 'we should take a picture with it.' The bird had its mouth open, but he never tried to fly or bite or do anything," Neil told CBC.

Neil lifted the eagle to shoulder height and after a little push, the bird flew to a nearby tree. The brothers watched for about 10 to 15 minutes before taking off.

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True facts: I'm a Leo/Virgo cusp and my favorite perfumes are strawberry, orange, vanilla, coconut and "clean soapy" smells

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This one, just cuz. :)

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A bird & a fish (by Lucas)
 

The Fish Who Loved A Bird

A fish fell in love with a bird one day.
What was his reason I could not say.
The bird flew down its reflection to see,
the fish jumped high and cried "Marry me."
The bird simply laughed and flew away,
"Birds marry birds!" was all she'd say.

But while she flew nothing else came to mind,
save the face of the fish she was leaving behind.
No other had spoken to her such words of love,
not the swiftest falcon nor the sweetest dove.
To the beauty of his fins a bird could not compare,
or to the strength of his muscles as he lept through the air.

Suddenly she turned though she couldn't say why.
Back to the water she quickly did fly.
"Oh beautiful fish how can this be,
a bird of the sky and a fish in the sea?
We never could marry, our worlds are apart.
So why cruelest fish have you stolen my heart?"

The fish gave his reply, and his words sang true.
He told the lovely bird what in his soul he knew.
"Beloved my beloved, oh do not despair,
though I swim in the ocean and you in the air.
Nothing in this world could keep us apart,
if your love is as true as the love in my heart."

The fish thought about it as best he could,
till he had an idea that would do them some good.
"Sometimes before sunrise at the edge of the world,
I have seen a place where creation's unfurled.
Come with me my love and our fates we will cheat.
Come to this enchanted place where the sea and sky meet."
The bird and the fish both made their merry way,
and live happy and in love to this very day.

Now from the look on your face you think my tale a lie.
You don't believe a beast of sea can marry beast of sky.
These things that I sing, I can prove they are true.
The children of the couple are known to all of you.
A penguin is a bird that calls the ocean home.
What of flying fish? It is in the air they roam.

Funny Christmas Stuff. Part One.


When you can't keep up with the Jones'


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Sending Santa a clear message that you clearly don't want that new iphone in your stocking this year.


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And this, simply brilliant!


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America’s “Most Exciting” Playwright Takes on the School-to-Prison Pipeline
 

America’s “Most Exciting” Playwright Takes on the School-to-Prison Pipeline

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You know her on-screen as Gloria Akalitus in Nurse Jackie, or as Nancy McNally in The West Wing, but these days, Anna Deavere Smith is onstage, solo. As part of an ongoing project she calls On the Road: A Search for American Character, Smith has written and performed at least 18 one-woman plays exploring social issues around the country. Topics have included women tangling with the judicial system, the Los Angeles riots of 1992, and the uproar in Crown Heights following a 1991 car accident involving a Hasidic driver and two seven-year-old Caribbean American kids. Smith has been called "the most exciting individual in American theater right now." A MacArthur "genius" fellow and a National Humanities Medal holder, she was recently selected to deliver the Jefferson Lecture, the federal government's highest honor for achievement in the humanities.

For her latest play, Notes From the Field, Smith interviewed some 170 people—from California to her hometown, Baltimore—to inhabit characters based on individuals caught up in the school-to-prison pipeline. She's taken the performance from coast to coast, and will grace Baltimore's Center Stage on December 4 and 5. In the play's second act, which Smith calls an "interruption," she invites audience members to brainstorm potential solutions to the issues the characters raised. Smith sees theater as a unique way into social problems: "We're in the presence of one another. It's not like we can start texting or doing our taxes," she says. A live performance "manages to get undivided attention. In all the varieties of media, that doesn't happen so often."

For more, click on the link above.

Oh just try that with me fella. That would not go over well at all.
 

I don't even curse in real life but sometimes it's amusing
 

101 year old Canadian woman playing in the snow. <3


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No matter how old you get, you should never lose your sense of childlike wonder.

Never has that been more true than in the case of this spry 101-year-old woman. She jumped out of the car (as best as a woman her age can do) on a blustery day to make a snowball and then throw it.

Yes, snow can be a pain when you’re driving through it, but it’s good to see she also remembers the simple joy it can bring.

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Anna Deavere Smith Wants Playgoers To Do What They Can To Counter Violence
 

Anna Deavere Smith Wants Playgoers To Do What They Can To Counter Violence

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From NPR:
Through powerful monologues, Anna Deavere Smith has tackled race riots, integration and health care. In Notes from the Field, she's using her characters to explore the school-to-prison pipeline.

The U.S. Postal Service Will Now Email You Pictures Of Your Mail
 

The United States Postal Service is rolling out a new email initiative to make receiving snail mail more convenient.

The new, free service, called "Informed Delivery," will email "black and white images of your actual letter-sized mail pieces" to you by 11:00am EST on the day the mail is being processed for delivery, according to the USPS website. The service hopes to add larger items, such as magazines, in the future.

An "online dashboard" will also exist to house all images.

USPS insists that the service is secure. "The scanned images are of the external markings, showing only the address side (exterior front-side) of mail," it said.

The service is currently offered in the New York City metro area and parts of northern Virginia, with potential expansion in 2016.

Huh?


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It is Monday. I am still working on my first cup of coffee. But the question lingers......why would they do this?

Move it out of the way and ride, ride, ride ladies...You are sexy and gorgeous!
 

Fat Sex: What Everyone Wants to Know but is Afraid to Ask

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I need this shirt
 

And this one...
 

And here's a puppy so you won't be mad...
 

longing for..
 

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What happens when you grow Catnip in your backyard.

These cats need intervention.


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It's like a feline opium den.

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In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.

Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.

Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.

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this gives me hope..
 

the goat has taken over the shelter that was once the home of the tiger, the tiger now lives on it's roof