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Pondering the snorb
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effervescent
Pondering the snorb
As an adult I think me and all my friends should all have matching schedules and work like 20 hours a week and also everyone lives within 15 minutes of each other why is that so much to ask
what?
fucking incredible how different life feels when you have clear nasal passages
Friends, what is the best way to go about finding out what a piece of now-public land used to be?
My father says that part of the park across the street from my childhood home was a graveyard before it was a park.
I need to confirm whether this is true or not.
How do I most efficiently do that?
Thank all y'all for reminding me that public library researchers exist. I should have thought of that!
I just talked to the coolest woman at the library's research center.
Her mom did gravestone rubbings in old gold mining graveyards in California back in the day! She knew about the carnival worker graveyard in the south part of the state!
There's like 89 cemeteries/defunct cemeteries INSIDE MY CITY!
She was the first random person I reached!
The research department will look into it for me!
Man, I bet that librarian is vibrating in place she's so psyched to be asked about this.
You just made her day.
This is awesome! Also:
There's a former park in my nearest city that has between 800 and 2,000 unmarked graves in it, up to at least 1844 and maybe as late as the 1860s. It was transferred to the city in the 1870s as a park, with explicit instructions that nothing should ever be built on it.
The city built a library on it in 1951.
The point here: sooooo many parks are old cemeteries, and a lot of them get forgotten to the point that the dead are not respectfully treated (e.g. memorialized, properly moved, etc.) when someone decides to build something on that "open ground."
Thank you for taking the time to look into yours!
When my town were relocating the library into an old church, my grandma went along to the public meeting, and asked what they planned to do about the graves. The council staff told her that there were no graves on the site because it had never been licenced for burial. She insisted that she remembered burials at the church when she was a little girl, back in the 20s.
So when the builders found the first grave, they had to down tools for several weeks while archaeologists came in to catalogue them all, because apparently 100 years is short enough to lose a graveyard
traditionally the dead would be buried with coins on their eyes or in their mouth so that they could insert them within the 10 second countdown to continue playing and cheat death yet again. the practice fell out of fashion largely due to the invention of the home console
btw.. Baa is apart of a litter with equally exceptional names
can i come over and implant false memories of us being childhood friends?
Sure! You always did that when we were younger!
"tumblr would've loved this" am I a joke to you? I'm right here
Tumblr would've loved this post.
Man they would really do numbers here
honestly my hot take is that as someone with carpal tunnel syndrome in both hands games should add options to reduce mashing whenever possible please god
WIP, a mix of a spider and snake's mouth slapped onto a torso. the colors are there to code each section of the mouth, they're not the final colors
"The Stoppables"
thank you doraemon <333