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@CoraCHarrington Does it describe the process for preparing fiber? I’m guessing, if it’s the bast, you’d want to ret and brake like flax or nettle, but I don’t know how that’d work exactly with the thicker stalk of kudzu.

I’m reading an old spinning journal from 1979 that’s talking about making cloth from kudzu the same way you can from flax. It apparently feels like a cross between linen and silk, is lightweight, translucent, waterproof, and wind-resistant. Never would have considered this.

@librarythingtim One wag subtitled hers “except the one you need”

The Greek Verb system is so nasty that an Italian published a little cheating book of forms, "Tutti i Verbi Greci," in 1955, and, at least before everything went digital, I'd never met a grad student who didn't have a copy.

@MedMilMedicine My grammar is pretty rusty, but doesn’t the text say something like “held the wood?”

A wooden prop in the margins, used to ‘support’ the text that overruns the end of the line - 15th century, Birgitta of Sweden, British Library, Harley MS 612, f. 50r

@PorkRollTerrier @burgeoisiee Better include the fuzzy dice

@burgeoisiee I too find myself in the deepest of shit. Perhaps if I don't eat this year I can swing it.

fb marketplace got some heat today

@echetus In fairness, “Harsh” is a pretty common North Indian man’s name, meaning “joy” or “delight.” Which leads to double-takes when someone named their doctor’s office “Harsh Medical.”

2024 England and Wales boys baby names register

@north0fnorth Um, that’s *Beaver* City. Whoops.

@north0fnorth Meanwhile, in Oklahoma—and edging out Nowhere, Non, and Bever City just down the road—we have the home of the Horny Toads:

pretty good but still not as funny as normal illinois

@Yo_Squirrely @exjon @poornerves Make sure you stop in Truckee for lady fingers on your way over.

@exjon @poornerves Except in 2026, it's more convenient for hungry travelers. CA has built a picnic area at Donner Summit.

we know how this story ends

@Machine_I_am_me If you’ve ever met thurifers—the people who swing incense during church services—it all makes sense. Gleeful and aggressive incense obsession is kind of the gig.

The Citadel has 0 incense burners in it nor any text talking about whether it has any meaning, Last Judge is the sole consumer in the incense industry. I just find it extremely funny how the Last Judge's one, singular use of their limited free will is incense obsession

@MattBruenig @hevalmilitan Would have thought Keltner Locke, but not nearly enough snark at the end.

@hevalmilitan John Giannopoulos

NLRB judge issued a decision yesterday in which he concluded that a Starbucks manager who was testifying for the company was not credible because he spoke in "corporate speak" including calling a dirty store a "cleanliness opportunity." 😂

@urbanprehisto But if there’s two skeletons—the other reptilian, in the orbital socket—it’s clearly his brother.

So if they find a skeleton that would rule him out

Our first snowfall for 2026. Only a skittering at the moment but more in the forecast. Managed to capture Houdini mid shake🤍🤍🤍 #Herdwicks #snow #sheep #wool #fleeces #peakdistrict

@TolkienWorldG So basically, Meet the Feebles?

I really want this crossover to happen

The Uncivilised Cat, 1930 by Agnes Miller Parker, Scottish painter and printmaker #Womensart

The Hidden Pool by Flora McLachlan

@qingcharles @SeamusHughes Previous cases against the same defendant have been dismissed on this ground. Yes, really. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_St…

@SeamusHughes How on Earth (or beyond) do you serve the defendant? (I can't speak to the merits of the suit)

Soverign citizen pro se lawsuits just hit different.

#FoxOfTheDay 🦊 This beautiful creature decided to spend a little time at St James Garlickhythe church in London—a historic Wren-designed gem where urban Foxes occasionally drop by. What a serene visitor! ❤️ Credit: @Garlickhythe.

@spiderwebsoft @RichardGarriott Next to Spider herself, I see

This signed cover of original Ultima, received from Lord British himself (@RichardGarriott) is one of my prized possessions. He is my single greatest design influence, and this cover has hung in my office for many years. How I got it may not be a funny story, but it is a story. In 1982 or so, I was 12 years old and lucky enough to go to a 2 week summer computer camp in Lake Tahoe. The counselors were all computer nerds and taught us basic stuff on Apples and Atari 800s. I didn't yet own a computer, but I had already started writing games in little classes at the community college and they totally fascinated me. One of the counselors was Lord British. Word soon got around that the counselor with a weird title actually wrote games that sold in stores. His next game, Ultima 2, was coming out soon, and it was rumored that he had a playable copy with him. We were excited. He taught a class on making your own computer game. I got into it. Each student, under his direction, spent 2 weeks writing a simple text adventure game. I finished mine. During the weekend, I went off on some stupid camp activity I have forgotten about. When I got back, I found that Lord British had already demo-ed Ultima 2 for the kids. They were all completely excited about it, and I had missed it. Being a highly assertive, feral, annoying child, I immediately went on a crusade to get Lord British to do another Ultima 2 demo. The prospect of seeing an unreleased video game in actual development was mind-boggling exciting to me. I begged him for another demo every chance I got, even though he made it so clear even I realized that he had absolutely no interest in doing so. Obviously, this was appalling behavior. In my limited defense, I grew up in a small town in the 70s and this was just about the first time I ever met someone even remotely like me. And who actually had a job doing it! And not only did he make money making video games, but he was a camp counselor too!!! How cool was that!? It was a brief glimmer of hope for a lonely child. I'm not even slightly proud of how I behaved, but who among us is without sin? Anyhoo, he finally got fed up with me. He said, if I left him alone, I could instead have a signed copy of an old Ultima cover he had in his suitcase. (He literally rummaged through all his junk looking for any piece of debris that would rid him of me.) I took his highly generous offer. Best I was going to do. Twelve years later, I started writing my first game for money. When I did, I found that Lord British had given me a far greater gift than a demo or an autograph: An enormous treasure trove of ideas from which I could steal relentlessly.

@suchnerve The problem with the legal profession is that too many people (mostly men) thought this was serious advice.

“You should be a lawyer” is how adults call a little girl a fucking bitch