In early 1919 there was an industrial accident that will go down in history as the stickiest accident in history. This was the great molasses flood in Boston. The spill was the result of a tank failure in the north end of Boston. 21 people were killed and over 150 injured. The city was covered in sticky goo that to this day has not fully disappeared, having clogged up buried electrical conduits and other underground structures.
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News out of the North Pole suggests that Santa is writing letters to your children to apologize for running out of the “Hatchimal.” This comes as a great disappointment as I bought all the Hatchimals to teach your little brats a lesson.
I spoke to Santa, I told him that children were running rampant, becoming too demanding and in truth, becoming little pieces of shit. He agreed.
Santa agreed.
As I recall, the song goes “He knows if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.”
What happened to that, anyway?
When did we start apologizing to children for disappointing them? It’s a toy. How many times did you miss out on the toy you wanted? Remember the bike you wanted? You didn’t get it, you became a better person. You didn’t throw a tantrum and expect a f*cking apology from Santa, did you?
Why are children…
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More snow coming our way,
About four inches they say…
Already cold
Tomorrow’s load,
Will snow for a couple of days!
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–J.E.C.
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“We’re all pointing in different directions. I’d like to think I know where True North is, but with so many others’ fingers extended, jabbing all over the place, how can I be sure?”
via Stop the World — I Want to Get Off (Just Keep Digging). — Discover
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This is a bedtime story told by one of my Dragon Soul characters, Morgen, to a small boy named Aidan. You must read it in a dramatic voice (lol) and please feel free to share with little ones.
There once was an old fisherman who lived in old cottage with his old wife, and in the sand outside his front door, he flipped over his old cockleboat. Now, across the cove, lived a young fisherman with his young wife. They owned a grand house with a fine fishing boat moored in the deep water. Every day the old fisherman would row to sea and fish, and complain about the unfairness of life and how he wanted a pretty wife and a grand house and a fine boat.
Then one day the old fisherman caught an old wrinkly fish that he dropped in his leaky…
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I just saw my old job advertised and was thinking of applying for it again but really don’t want to go back and work for a company that didn’t appreciate my being different.
I used to keep getting into trouble for not apologising quickly enough to customers who called in with problems either with their broadband or with their mobile phones so I thought I would give you three scenes to think about and see which one gets your vote before I tell you which option I used to get told off for doing.
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Everyone has their bad habits when comes to personal lifestyles, your work style is not spare either. Meanwhile, if you are an employee, you probably will be told of your bad habits during appraisals but you won’t be that lucky if you are a freelancer. As a freelancer, one con to this career path is that you hardly get honest feedback because you manage everything on your own. Today, let’s have a chat about the bad habits I spot in both myself and other freelancers, the need to change or curb these habits that might just be the bottleneck that stalls your success as a freelancer.
Stop belittling yourself
You can see this from either side of the coin, head or tail. Head – you are in charge of your own projects, you call the shots on how, when and where you do your tasks, you manage your time and…
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We had a slow day today and did not go anywhere. Except to the waterfront for an afternoon walk. The tide was fairly low and half-a-dozen or so egrets were stalking fish on the shoal (actually a mud flat at low tide).
Great White Egret
This one caught a fish as the tern looked on from its perch.
We spotted this huge iguana on the pier across the canal. It was several feet long.
Iguana on Pier
Here is a closer look at his handsome face.
Iguana Profile
