Ah, true. I've only seen it through youtube videos. Not sure if I'd be okay with going to a live performance, even if I didn't go in standard RHPS attire.
You know, for all that I complain about this era, it really is probably the only one so far I could survive in for very long. I mean, with modern medicine and understanding of autism and anxiety, and all the special education programs (many of which were founded by my grandpa Carl during his tenure as Mayor) and everything that people have done to help me through school.
On the whole, when I think about my life, I feel that I need to be grateful to society.
Agreed. I can look askance at the current state of political affairs as much as I want, but as a black guy who relies heavily on technology, I wouldn't know what to do with myself in an earlier point in the time line.
...then again, if I didn't have the internet to distract me, I might have become a professional musician at this point.
You'd probably be friends with Capitola Dickerson and play sax with William Grant Still.
I visited a Tims while I was at Toronto Pearson and it was pretty good. Your standard fast food donut shop, I guess.
Maybe I wouldn't be quite as positive if it were ubiquitous, but even then, it's kind of hard to fuck donuts up. (Coffee, now, that's another story, but you can't really have one without the other at a place like that, no?)
Tim Hortons is fine. Their regular coffee is meh, but their dark roast they introduced a couple years ago is pretty good. Their baked goods are also fine but nothing exciting, with one exception: the gingerbread doughnut they have during the holiday season is the greatest invention in the history of humanity.
Also anyone who considers Tim Hortons part of their "cultural identity" is a Canadian in disguise, sorry facts are facts.
In my Ancient History class back in college, the professor gave us two texts of surviving greek poetry. This is the first one, written by a Spartan author, Tyrtaeus
Rise up, warriors, take your stand at one another's sides,
your feet set wide and rooted like oaks in the ground.
Then bide your time, biting your lip, for you were born
from the blood of Heracles, unbeatable by mortal men,
and the god of gods has never turned his back on you.
So cast off whatever fears arise at the armored legions
they'll muster before you, hedge yourself round
with hollow shields, and learn to love death's ink-black
shadow as much as you love the light of dawn.
So that when the hour comes, the battle lines drawn,
you won't hang back beyond javelin and stone but,
marshaled into ranks, advance as one to engage your enemy
hand to hand. Then hefting your bronze-tipped
spears and raking the air with your broadswords,
set foot to foot, battle dress to weaponry,
horsehair crest to polished mail, and --- helmet to helmet,
eye to eye --- mangle their gear, hack off limbs, lay open
the organs that warm their chests, then beat them down
until the plain runs red with enemy blood and you
still stand, breathlessly gripping your wet sword's hilt.
This is the second one, from Archilochus, a soldier from the island of Paros.
Some barbarian is waving my shield, since I was obliged to leave that perfectly good piece of equipment behind under a bush. But I got away, so what does it matter? Let the shield go; I can buy another one equally good.
Tim Hortons is fine. Their regular coffee is meh, but their dark roast they introduced a couple years ago is pretty good. Their baked goods are also fine but nothing exciting, with one exception: the gingerbread doughnut they have during the holiday season is the greatest invention in the history of humanity.
Also anyone who considers Tim Hortons part of their "cultural identity" is a Canadian in disguise, sorry facts are facts.
Tim Hortons is fine. Their regular coffee is meh, but their dark roast they introduced a couple years ago is pretty good. Their baked goods are also fine but nothing exciting, with one exception: the gingerbread doughnut they have during the holiday season is the greatest invention in the history of humanity.
Also anyone who considers Tim Hortons part of their "cultural identity" is a Canadian in disguise, sorry facts are facts.
Michigan is Southern Canada anyway
I hear they have milk in bags there too so this seems like it's probably true.
Alabama Alaska Arkansas California Camellia Colorado Desertplace Eggnog Flatland Florida Georgia Hawaii Indiana Michigan Minnesota Mississippi New York North Dakota Nuckelavee Ohio Pennsylvania Rhode Island Rusalka South Dakota Spiderlily Steelmill Texas Virginia West Virginia Washington Winnebago
Man is a most complex simple creature: see what he weaves, and how base his reasons for doing so.
She just didn't exist until Batman and Robin Eternal. Which you should totally read, it's her re-introduction, as well as a lot of other pre-New 52 things.
You should also read We Are Robin, which introduces entirely new characters and things.
Man is a most complex simple creature: see what he weaves, and how base his reasons for doing so.
Actually, all things considered, the Bat-books have consistently been the strongest thing they had in both the New 52 as well as Rebirth.
Which is more than I can say for...everything else. Maybe not the best books, but the ones with the most consistent quality and everyone can agree is pretty darn good.
A Tory Justice Minister filibustered a SNP bill to pardon gay people convicted under old laws, just so the MoJ could push through its own version where living people have to apply to be pardoned, with the specious argument of "But paedophiles will be pardoned with their bill!" (Spoiler, no they wouldn't.)
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Maybe I wouldn't be quite as positive if it were ubiquitous, but even then, it's kind of hard to fuck donuts up. (Coffee, now, that's another story, but you can't really have one without the other at a place like that, no?)
Also anyone who considers Tim Hortons part of their "cultural identity" is a Canadian in disguise, sorry facts are facts.
Rise up, warriors, take your stand at one another's sides,
your feet set wide and rooted like oaks in the ground.
Then bide your time, biting your lip, for you were born
from the blood of Heracles, unbeatable by mortal men,
and the god of gods has never turned his back on you.
So cast off whatever fears arise at the armored legions
they'll muster before you, hedge yourself round
with hollow shields, and learn to love death's ink-black
shadow as much as you love the light of dawn.
So that when the hour comes, the battle lines drawn,
you won't hang back beyond javelin and stone but,
marshaled into ranks, advance as one to engage your enemy
hand to hand. Then hefting your bronze-tipped
spears and raking the air with your broadswords,
set foot to foot, battle dress to weaponry,
horsehair crest to polished mail, and --- helmet to helmet,
eye to eye --- mangle their gear, hack off limbs, lay open
the organs that warm their chests, then beat them down
until the plain runs red with enemy blood and you
still stand, breathlessly gripping your wet sword's hilt.
This is the second one, from Archilochus, a soldier from the island of Paros.
Some barbarian is waving my shield, since I was obliged toleave that perfectly good piece of equipment behind
under a bush. But I got away, so what does it matter?
Let the shield go; I can buy another one equally good.
Alabama
Alaska
Arkansas
California
Camellia
Colorado
Desertplace
Eggnog
Flatland
Florida
Georgia
Hawaii
Indiana
Michigan
Minnesota
Mississippi
New York
North Dakota
Nuckelavee
Ohio
Pennsylvania
Rhode Island
Rusalka
South Dakota
Spiderlily
Steelmill
Texas
Virginia
West Virginia
Washington
Winnebago
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
A lot of pain
Not even dry shampoo can save my hair right now.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
This book is big enough to kill a dragon with.