nemfrog : “Air is real.” Exploring in Science. 1946.
It won this poll of fictional books.
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I'm so happy with my local voting turnout. My county finally got rid of its awful top cop, and my district picks a Muslim woman for our D.C. spot (a first!).
I think our only failing on my local ballot was to not kick out our top law guy, too.
It's not too late to choose one of these AI-generated costumes. Toaster Boy? Vampire Chick Shark?
This is my first NYT op-ed and I am so excited.
On my walk tonight, I saw a dog who I know from past walks (a passing familiarity you might say) out of its yard. I don't know how or why it got out. It was just waiting stoically at its own chain link door. I don't know its family at all, but I don't want to disappoint a dog, so I brought its chain link door ajar. That dog got right in and as soon it was in its own yard… it turns around and starts barking its noggin off, right at its savior. What's that about, dog?
Cold Comfort Farm, by S. Gibbons, is a cornucopia of top-notch fictional slang (or actual? I couldn't say).
Okay, this is a story about my talk-box.
I own an archaic talk-box (that flip kind). On four occasions this past month, my talk-box clock cut back an hour without justification.
In all occasions, I was at a singular location. As soon as I walk a block away from that spot, my clock is back to normal.
I ask my pals, who also stand in this spot, and find that only my own talk-box has an obligation to adjust its clock.
It's baffling and almost charming.