Official Derailed thread... Wait, what?

I didn't use the internet for two days. Felt good. Felt...liberated.

Aaaaand I'm right back into it.

 

women love tacos.

 

The pointless insurrection cannot fail!

One man guerrilla army.

Beware, a donut might go missing while you're not looking.

 

Just a stubborn otter refusing to get into his ice bath.

 

want.

 

Should try florida, just different levels of humidity and heat.

also in the summer, you know its 5PM because its raining.

runs like clock work

 

I personally could never live in Florida. My Nordic blood demands winters. It's bad enough living in southern Idaho where there's hardly anything but hot air or cold air season. No snow or rain.

 

north carolina (piedmont) we get winters. rarely snow. we do get rain (and occasionaly 70 degrees on christmas.) the mountains get more snow. heck even the coastal plains gets snow and ice that only lasts an hour or two.

 

This is not real. I know because Elvis is here with me and he hasn't been online all night.

 

If the snow isn't up to my knees at least, it's not a proper winter.

 

From the ocean rose a giant,
Mighty Tursas, tall and hardy,
Pressed compactly all the grasses,
That the maidens had been raking,
When a fire within them kindles,
And the flames shot up to heaven,
Till the windrows burned to ashes,
Only ashes now remaining
Of the grasses raked together.
In the ashes of the windrows,
Tender leaves the giant places,
In the leaves he plants an acorn,
From the acorn, quickly sprouting,
Grows the oak-tree, tall and stately,
From the ground enriched by ashes,
Newly raked by water-maidens;
Spread the oak-tree's many branches,
Rounds itself a broad corona,
Raises it above the storm-clouds;
Far it stretches out its branches,
Stops the white-clouds in their courses,
With its branches hides the sunlight,
With its many leaves, the moonbeams,
And the starlight dies in heaven.[1]