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Apr. 19th, 2019 11:31 am
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From The Friday Five

April is half over and we are tumbling toward May and soon it will be the season of graduating. It seems like every class has a graduation now, so how about you

1. Did you enjoy your senior year of high school?

Ha - not really. It was anxiety producing and mostly focused on heading into college. There was a bunch of weird drama in my loose friend group and I honestly was out of touch with everyone there by the next year. 
2. Did you have a senior trip (high school) and were you able to go on it.

No recollection whatsoever.
3. Was graduating (from either high school or college/university) a big thing with your family or just another day?

It was both a big thing and a totally assumed thing - there was never any anxiety or doubt that it would happen, and going to college was treated as a done deal.
4. What were you looking forward to the most after graduating from either high school or college/university?

Ehhh, I went straight into grad school. Really, most of my graduations were shaped by anxiety and fear of the future.

5. Knowing what you know now, what advice would you give your graduating self?

Student loans are not your friend. 

Keep it going

Apr. 18th, 2019 07:01 pm
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So here is something I didn't even realize I missed until right now, and it's more or less thanks to [personal profile] tinuvielchild that I realized it.

When you go to a Big Event, it's a well-known phenomena to have "con drop" afterwards. The festival is done, afters is behind us, there's no more songs to sing or volunteer tasks to complete, and all the great many friends have packed up and gone home. Oh sure, you'll see them all again at another event, another year, but this one is done and gone behind us.

And then you log onto your computer in the days not-so-long after, and scroll quietly through your livejournal feed, and get the little reports. You get to relive the event, through someone else's eyes. You get a thrill of delight when you read your name, recognize the ways that someone you love cares too for you, and included the memory of you in their presentation of What Was.

I love reading event reports from things I've gone to. I love it even if I don't cross paths with the person I'm reading, I just adore getting to experience the thing all over again, this time in a slightly different what-might-have-been. And it's a mostly dying thing, as so many fewer of my friends flock back to dreamwidth after the events, and Facebook is so completely useless for it and decentralized.

As always, I will try and be the change I want to see in the world. But know that this is a good thing, when you talk about the lovely adventures you've had. You're letting me keep the good times going, just a little bit longer.

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More pluralwiki!  This time it's the soulbonding community on LJ, for folks who had relationships to fictional characters.

"A Robust Connection to Fiction" --from the community's subheading (2009, January 1).

The primary LJ comm for soulbonders; it was created on January 2, 2002 (soulbonding, 2009 January 1), and deleted between January 18, 2018 (soulbonding, 2019 January 18), and June 20, 2018 (Lee, 2018).  Its archive appears to have no back-ups, except for a few stray archives in the Wayback Machine; it is lost.

Quick Details

Created by: ???
Time Active: 2002-2018
Location: Livejournal


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Pluralwiki: Soulbonding (the term)

Apr. 18th, 2019 05:46 pm
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This is kinda a big expansion of our old tumblr post, A Very Brief Sloppy History of Soulbonding.  We wanted to expand it and make something proper out of it! ^_^

"If you write enough and you love what you're writing, sometimes the characters will take over and seem both real and very important to you. It's apparently a common thing. Being a bunch of confused teenagers, we labeled this phenomenon 'soulbonding'" (Scully Raincrystal, 2006 February 22).

This can range from a sense of characters having their own voice, to a person from fiction becoming a fronting system member who engages in daily life. Soulbonders may cover the full plural/singlet spectrum.

Quick Details

Created By: Amanda Flowers in the JFW mailing list
Time Created: 1996-1999
Location Used: Widespread--Livejournal, tumblr, websites


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Figuring out PM problems!

Apr. 18th, 2019 11:50 am
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Okay, I'm going to try and get to the bottom of our PM troubles, so I am turning them on again for the purpose of this experiment!

We had to turn private messages off because of a really staggering drop rate.  I'm trying to figure out if there's any correlation between the user and what gets dropped, or if the glitch has resolved itself.  I'd appreciate y'all's assistance! ^_^

If you'd like to participate, please send us a PM--the content doesn't matter.  Leave a comment here saying that you've done so, so we can track how many PMs (if any) get lost and never make it to us!  We will respond, both in PM and in comment, and y'all can see how many of our responses actually make it back to you!

Thank you very much! ^_^


EDIT: also, anyone can take part in this if they have an account!  Part of my wondering is if there's some correlation between whether messages are getting dropped depending on our relationship to each other--subscribers, access-listers, neither, or both!
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I couldn't remember the last time I'd watched a contemporary, mainstream, non-genre movie, so I decided to give one an experimental try. I picked Nicole Holofcener's The Land of Steady Habits (2018) because it was on Netflix and starred Ben Mendelsohn, whom I have liked ever since he strode across the rainy black sands of the planet Lah'mu in a dramatically unsuitable cape. I enjoyed it; I may even recommend it. I think I have much more of a framework for talking about film noir.

The title is a double-edged nickname for the state of Connecticut, in whose commuter-line suburbs the action, such as it is, of this astringent, empathic sort-of-comedy takes place. Metaphysically it is the plodding routine out of which our semi-hero imagined he would phoenix when he retired early from a high-flying finance job, divorced his wife of three decades, and moved out of their lovingly gardened five-bedroom into a cookie-cutter condo which he now decorates, quizzically and haphazardly, with retail-store knick-knacks and a superfluity of Christmas ornaments; actually all he did was blow up his life. The first time we catch sight of Anders Harris (Mendelsohn), he's staring with bemused determination at the rainbow-stacked walls of towels that dwarf his lanky, black-jacketed, basket-carrying figure at Bed, Bath & Beyond—a poetically dystopian shorthand for the combination of poshlost and decision freeze that now seems to govern Anders' life as he meanders through his aimless new routine of drinking too much and failing to satisfy the women he appears to meet exclusively while shopping, peering in at the windows of his old life as if not quite certain how he ended up on the outside of it, although his ex-wife Helene (Edie Falco) could tell him in so many words. "That's why we got divorced, right? We were all in the way of your happiness." Six months past her ex-husband's midlife implosion, she's the one blooming, her serious new relationship (Bill Camp) marred only by the disconnected incursions of Anders himself, loose end, loose cannon, loser in general. Did you hear about the time he drunkenly let himself into his old house and almost got conked with a golf club by his wife's new man? Or the time he did a hit off a bong with a bunch of high school kids and didn't even stop to ask if there was angel dust laced into that weed? He can't even summon the responsibility to co-parent his similarly floundering son Preston (Thomas Mann), instead falling into an awkwardly drug-fueled camaraderie with Charlie Ashford (Charlie Tahan), the sharp-spoken, artistically gifted, seriously troubled son of his former neighbors (Elizabeth Marvel and Michael Gaston). The Christmas season is coming on fast, one of those dry green winters we get so often nowadays. The two families chime and intertangle, slant-paralleled by their children whose flameouts are the visible symptoms of their parents' more successfully sublimated ills. Between them swings Anders in greying tardy adolescence, frequently absurd and never totally an asshole; what he is is what we don't know if he'll figure out before anyone else's life blows up to match.

In describing this film to [personal profile] spatch, I asked if it would be rude to liken it to American Beauty (1999) if that movie hadn't sucked on ice. I am afraid it is my major referent for white middle-class suburban angst on film; it is a genre I have consistently bounced off in literature, which means it intrigues me that I didn't hate The Land of Steady Habits. I think it helps that Anders, unlike Spacey's protagonist, does not signal his existential panic attack by setting his sexual sights on a teenager; he meets grotty-cute with fellow divorcée Barbara (Connie Britton) in the neon-pink men's room of a strip club where she groans, accepting the handful of wet paper towels that Anders chivalrously passes her over the top of the stall door, "I haven't thrown up in a club since I was twenty-two." With her, he can demonstrate a chagrined self-awareness that's better than self-deprecating charm, although he can still almost ruin a date just by opening his mouth at the end of it. (He manages to apologize for insulting her self-help book by admitting his own anomie, acknowledging that she does deserve her "best life." She accepts gracefully, settling into the bed behind him: "I know I do. That's why I bought the fucking book.") In terms of age-inappropriateness, it is messier and more interesting that he tries to treat like a rational age-mate an out-of-control adolescent desperately looking for a role model, and it is bracing that the film does not permit Charlie to find one in Anders. "You have the balls to live your life, dude!" the kid exhorts him, a two a.m. gate-crasher carrying a turtle in a blue cardboard Keds box, his wrists still braceleted with hospital ID plastic. "That's what sets you apart from the rest of these fucking zombies! You can't go halfway. You can't be you and stay in favor." Anders still full-body facepalming from the discovery that his idiot moment with the PCP has become the talk of their "really small town" is less than flattered by the proposition. I have seen Mendelsohn so often with violence simmering in his rangy frame, it's fascinating to see him play those same subcutaneous tensions for deadpan beats of comedy and a sympathy that the film never twists our arms to give. Nothing about the mess this character has made of his life valorizes or even emphasizes him past the fact that he's human and he's hurting: as with similar disaster zones played by Van Heflin, either that's enough or it isn't. Jurassic strata of cluelessness can flake off with a sudden glass-blue glance or a twitch of his long rueful mouth, or the density of his gaucherie can bring on its own pang of pity. Or just irritation. That is the other relevant difference from my memories of American Beauty, the possibility that Anders might be, in either the spiritual or the narratological senses, irredeemable, and if so the film would feel sorry for him but move on. We have the younger generation to worry about, so much more of their lives at the mercy of their mistakes. We have women like Barbara with her middle-aged curves and her gingery blonde mane of hair, apotropaically but sincerely worrying out loud that she's scared a date off by showing him photos of her adult kids. Turn the kaleidoscope and she could be the protagonist, or spiky Helene, or Sophie Ashford, gravely and piercingly taking care of the stray child within reach instead of her inaccessible own. In others of Holofcener's movies, I have the sense they would be.

As with Ida Lupino, I may have come into Holofcener's filmography at the least characteristic point: The Land of Steady Habits was her first movie with a male protagonist and her first time adapting and directing from another writer's material, in this case the same-named novel by Ted Thompson. I am not sure which of their faults it is that the film after an hour of gently drifting, colliding character study rather suddenly in the third act develops a plot, but while it's not a bad plot, it is signally less compelling to me than just watching these characters bounce around their lives in Westport, CT (played by Tarrytown, NY, which explains why I thought the downtown looked familiar). At its best it's as unpredictable as Anders and as impossible to look away from, whether trainwreck or grace; the cinematography by Alar Kivilo is mostly transparent prose, but every now and then it gifts the audience with a weird and lingering image like the opening shot of Anders vs. the towels or a boatyard of pleasure craft shrink-wrapped and dry-docked for winter like a flotilla of ghosts. Anders askew on a couch, his face illuminated blue-gold-green-pink by a multicolored tangle of Christmas lights. An open but untouched magnum of champagne being smashed, like a silent melodrama or a ship's christening, by the cowcatcher of an oncoming freight train. There are a couple of shots of salt marsh I'd swear I've seen from the Amtrak regional, the stiff tawny ripple of cordgrass and mirror-grey sea, gull-flecked seawalls, mirror-grey sky. Mendelsohn is wonderful, funny and heart-twisting and utterly natural once I got used to his American mumblecore accent; Britton is not in enough scenes, but she's brilliant in all the ones she gets. Tahan, Mann, Falco, even Gaston whose character is mostly defined by his cigar and his fondness for the word "irregardless" are all precise and recognizable people, types only insofar as the slice of affluent America to which they belong idiosyncratically exists. I'm all right with not living there, but I had a much better time with the parts that weren't salt marsh than I would have expected from a summary of prosperous ennui. This experiment brought to you by my steady backers at Patreon.

Adventures of Genius Cat archive

Apr. 18th, 2019 11:55 am
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[personal profile] novalinium apparently saved local copies of the old Adventures of Genius Cat posts, so for posterity (and in his fluffybutt honor), we're rehosting them here! EDIT: the file dates are put in now!

a lot of random old tumblr posts of Genius Cat, plus a few photos )
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Ok, I'm running on about 2 watts of brain power, so forgive me - I'm going to do a quick life update and then run away.

- My husband twisted his knee back on Feb 13th, and lo and behold, we found out on April 5th that actually, it wasn't just a bruise to the meniscus, it was an ACL tear and tears to both the lateral and medial meniscuses.  So, surgery was an absolute necessity.

- Surgery happened Monday of this week and went well! He's recovering nicely and on crutches and in a full leg brace and cannot put any weight on it at all for this week and probably next. Can he do stairs? - Technically! Where do we live? The third floor! So he's in the apartment for at least five days solid. 

- People have been very kind and been very helpful - my dad came to stay with us overnight, friends have stopped by with food or to just hang out. We're not truly isolated.

-Nevertheless, I'm the one making up a lot of the work that he can't do that he normally would, and some new stuff of just taking care of him. He made a big pot of carnitas before the surgery (which is just, such a fucking nice thing to do???) - I am re-heating it and managing groceries and taking care of all the dishes and house pick up and cleaning and fetching things and getting the door when people come by. He also needs some personal help - keeping the icing machine stocked with ice and changing it out and helping him with socks and changing clothes and grabbing things that he can't carry and bringing stuff he forgot so he doesn't have to get up. It's none of it a huge amount? But it's been sort of a lot that just keeps coming up, so it's hard to just get a solid twenty minutes at home where I don't have to get up and tend to something.

-My anxiety is up. [Pirate Voice: AHOY, HERE THERE BE WHINING! WHINGE, HO!]  Partially it's just lack of solitary time - he's in the house all day and there's only one room other than the bedroom, so that's a lot of togetherness. But also I'm anxious that he'll get hurt or that he won't do his PT and the injury will be worse. He's in pain every day and that fucking grinds on him and on me and I feel like a shit for going back to work instead of working from home but I also like my job? I'm worried that we both need to lose weight to help our joint issues, but it's a fucking hard thing to do and I haaate everything about weight loss """culture""" and the shitty way it makes me feel. I'm worried about the house being a mess and it being my fault so I'm clearing all the surfaces and then being tired and my foot hurts and that starts the cycle of being scared about *my* health. 

-And my bike got a flat tire on the way to work today. So, I had to bail and carry my work laptop and all my gear back to the nearest train station and leave my bike there, alone and unloved, until I can get it this evening and figure out fixing the flat tire. And all the stuff was heavy so it was a rough thing to carry it all and I am fatigued. (Or, as the Franch would have it, fatty gay.)

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From CBS News:
Dozens charged in major opioid bust across U.S.
By Brian Pascus
Updated on: April 17, 2019 / 10:36 PM / CBS News

Dozens of people, including 53 medical professionals, have been charged for their alleged participation in the illegal prescription and distribution of opioids and other narcotics, Justice Department and Department of Health and Human Services officials said Wednesday. Federal law enforcement and health officials held a press conference in Cincinnati where they announced charges resulting from the Appalachian Regional Prescription Opioid Strike Force takedown operation that began only four months ago.
[...] According to the indictment, one pharmacy in Dayton, Ohio prescribed over 1.75 million opioid pills
Wait what. Pharmacies can prescribe? Is that a thing? I thought the whole point of pharmacists existing was to separate the prescribing of drugs from the selling of drugs to eliminate the conflict of interest?
The indictment states one doctor in the Western District of Tennessee, who called himself the "Rock Doc," would exchange opioids and benzodiazepines with patients in return for sexual favors.
This is your friendly reminder that if a physician is prescribing medications to someone, the recipient of that prescription is that physician's patient, and a physician having sexual contact with a patient is, depending on jurisdiction, somewhere on the continuum from profoundly unethical to frankly felonious. Further, that someone with an addiction is someone with a mental illness that makes them desperate for relief. This is not an exchange for sexual favors, this is a medical professional sexually extorting the vulnerable mentally ill. Jesus Fucking Christ. This is like saying that a manager "exchanged promotions with subordinates for sexual favors", only worse. There is no sense in which this is a meeting of equals in which consent can obtain.

But all that said, turns out this "Rock Doc" person is not a physician. From The Tennessean:
Young, 43, a Tennessee nurse practitioner who called himself 'Rock Doc' and once piloted a reality show about his Jackson clinic, was indicted with federal drug trafficking charges this week, accused of trading drugs for sex.
*rolls eyes* Do NPs get to prescribe unsupervised in TN? Or is there some physician whose license this was done under?
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Yesterday while out with my camera, I took a picture of the chief rubble heap remaining of the Reid & Murdock Warehouse not just because it was post-industrially striking, but because right smack front and center was a fractured street number on a piece of pale stone and I couldn't have dressed the set more poignantly if I'd had a budget.

Today while on my way to catch a bus from Highland because I had no chance of making my doctor's appointment if I waited for one of the buses that ostensibly run past my actual street, I saw there were three backhoes on site busily clearing away the last of the rubble, the heap I had photographed yesterday among them. A man in a safety vest and hard hat was standing on the far side of the chain-link watching them, I figured the foreman. So I crossed the street and asked if I could ask him something about the demolition and he said yes and I told him I'd been hoping to get a brick from the site because I was fond of the building and he made one of those hold-on-a-minute gestures and walked over to one of the smaller piles of dirt and wreckage where they'd been pulling up the foundations and felt around in it for a brick and brushed the worst of the dirt off and handed it across the chain-link to me. "It was pretty old, huh?" he said sympathetically. "Built in 1929," I said. He had sunglasses and a mustache and between that and the hard hat I am not sure I'd recognize him if we met in street clothes—dark, stocky, maybe ten years older than me—but I might know him if I saw him again at the site. I thanked him seriously. He said the Knights of Malta Hall would be fine. A car honked at me for technically standing in the street and I walked away up School Street carrying a ninety-year-old brick and singing about half of Kipling's "A Pilgrim's Way," which was suddenly and I don't care if over-aptly in my head. I wrapped the brick in Kleenex while waiting for the bus and eventually got a small brown paper bag from a 7-Eleven to slide it into for safekeeping. It's old red brick, partly powdered and crusted with mortar and concrete dust and I guess the archaeological term is crud? The backhoes were stationary by the time I returned from the doctor's, the foreman nowhere to be seen, although some official-looking people in windbreakers and shirtsleeves were conversing by the tracks. I regretted not having a camera because of the afternoon shadows the fire escape of the Litchfield Block was casting on its own warm rose-brown old brick. I got home and put my brick in its bag on the dining room table.

The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!

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I received an email today from the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau (consumerfinance.gov) with the subject line "Sandbox: Your email address and username have changed." and the text "If you did not make or request this change, or the new email address/username is incorrect, please contact us immediately at (855) 411-2372."

And, as long-time readers may remember, I use plus-addressing, and of course I had used a unique tag when I had opened an account (to complain about BoA, actually) with the CFPB years ago, and, yes, the tag in the email address was correct. Whoever it was who was emailing me had access to the CFPB's corpus of complainant email addresses.

I read the header, and there was a lot about Salesforce.com in there, and a SPF soft fail. There were no malicious urls hidden in the body and the phone number was correct, so *shrug* I called the CFPB.

They were very abashed and apologetic. And "knew about the issue". No, they weren't compromised; yes, "the emails had been sent in error".

Battles of Wits with Genius Cat

Apr. 17th, 2019 01:09 pm
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Genius Cat learned a new trick.

We have a boom box we play music on while we work.  Genius Cat's learned that if he jumps on top of it, and then jumps off, the CD player pops open, insta-stopping any CD playing. (And more importantly, making us pay attention to him.)

But I've outsmarted him.


Hahaha, beat that, cat!

Also, since our tumblr's been all deleted, I've decided, for posterity, to pull up what few photos and posts of Genius Cat I can find.  If anyone has old reblogs of the "Adventures of Genius Cat" posts, let us know!  Anyway, here are a couple photos!
Genius Cat photos behind cut. )

Twitter pstage?

Apr. 17th, 2019 07:08 am
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 Does anybody know if it's still possible to auto-post from Twitter to Dreamwidth?
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So the Somerville Theatre has a gender-neutral restroom. It's on the first floor, right past the main house; it was part of the original women's lounge when the theater was built in 1914, got converted into an additional men's room during the renovations in the '90's, two years ago was reclassified gender-neutral with the sign beside the door to prove it. I am sometimes in this restroom. The other night I am in this restroom and in the next stall a guy is talking on his phone, which is already a strike against him even before I process what he's complaining about: "I just don't know why girls would want to be let into the men's room. Like, are they trans, are they perverts?" At this point my brain occasioned a slight record scratch—perverts? Dude, are you in 1963?—and I failed to open my mouth and startle him by reminding him that he could always use the actual men's room downstairs if he felt threatened by non-men using the toilets around him, since nothing about the layout of the Somerville Theatre legally obligates a dude to use the gender-neutral restroom. I feel bad about not startling him. It would have been morally good for him and maybe he would have dropped his phone down the john. But I didn't, so it's three days days later and I am still annoyed with him for his fundamental misreading of concepts of public space. The gender-neutral restroom is not some inherently male space that women are forcing their way into. "Gender-neutral" doesn't mean "men-plus," as if it were one of the languages where a mixed group always defaults to the masculine gender. I suppose it's illuminating that he thinks so and that he's territorial about it. But the concept isn't new and neither is the sign on this particular restroom and I hope nothing went right with that guy for the rest of his night.

To end on a nicer note, because I have to try to sleep somehow: I walked around this afternoon and took pictures. I got flowering trees, fire escapes, rubble heaps. Here's a steep angle on the Knights of Malta Hall, across the street from the ex-warehouse. The colors came out the way they looked.

Visiting cities differences

Apr. 17th, 2019 01:01 am
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DC: I know 6+ people, and saw 1 of them in 5 weeks, plus a bonus person from Baltimore.

Philadelphia: Within 25 hours I've seen all 5 people I know and introduced 3 of them to each other.

Truly it is the city of brotherly love.

[health, me] Technical Difficulties

Apr. 17th, 2019 12:07 am
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I am experiencing some technical difficulties with my body: I'm having some RSI problems with my arms, and also I seem to have injured a leg. The remaining limb aint none to happy with the resultant distribution of labor.

My various hurt bits seem to improve if I don't use them. But everything in my life seems to consist of either keyboarding/writing or going somewhere. Argh.

[labor, MA] Peapod Update

Apr. 16th, 2019 11:56 pm
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Peapod has no delivery times available until Sunday April 28. This suggests either an abundance of caution, or they don't think the Stop and Shop strike is being resolved any time in the next week and a half.

They're still aggressively advertising their new delivery discount deals, which one cannot presently elect. I'm guessing that was preprogrammed in advance, or maybe there's areas they're still delivering in? Their notification text suggests that.
Also, it was updated:
Important information regarding order availability.

We are experiencing some service disruptions within your service area due to a result of current negotiations between UFCW unions and Stop&Shop. If you are looking to place an order, delivery and pick-up times may be limited. Please check the Delivery Times page to see current availability for your specific location.

We know our customers rely on us. We’re working hard to ensure that we can continue to serve the communities that we operate in and we hope to be back to full service availability as quickly as possible. We genuinely appreciate your business and thank you for your patience.

If you have any questions about a scheduled order, please call or email Peapod Customer Care on 800-5-PEAPOD (800-573-2763) or service@peapod.com


Apr. 16th, 2019 10:58 pm
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Noumenon, Marina Lostetter, 2017. Nothing here made sense or felt like anything people would actually do. If you're not going for the ring of plausibility there's got to be a good metaphor or sheer awesome factor or *something*. :(


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