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Tad’s mood today.

You tell ’em, little guy.

Layin’ this down for my son and all the other bronies. Respeck.

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Tad’s Mood Today

Even a billionaire crime fighter and his attractive ward sometimes find it hard to get dates on a Friday night.

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Tad’s Mood Today

I went to the doctor’s office. They drew blood. They gave me none back. That means I have less blood than a human should. Do I get anything like a Senior Discount? Parking sticker? Come on, the dipstick says I’m two quarts low.

…canasta, Stratego, and Clue not yet having been invented. Elements of this early pastime survive in our present-day lawn darts.

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Tad’s Mood Today

I haven’t even finished watching this and I’m sharing it. Brilliant.

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Tad’s Mood Today

Young woman carrying St. Jude, patron saint of my invented city for DIRTY STREETS OF HEAVEN.

Made me really happy.

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I just received a personalized email suggesting I could “suck flashy edwin palos body juice!” I’m guessing it’s some kind of gay porn spam — but what if it isn’t? Are the Twihards making their big move? Do we have to carry garlic and wooden stakes everywhere now?

I was in the middle of a long (and admittedly one-sided) conversation with our turtle, me using the affected accent of a Weimar-era Berlin fop, when I stopped to wonder how, if the conversation (rant) was transcribed, would the transcriber render the spoken version of “someone” — as “somevun”, the clearer, phonetic version, or “somevone”, which to my eye looks more graceful, being a simple transposition of letter for letter. And then I realized I was completely insane.

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Tad’s Mood Today

Another prize from the Cracker Jack box of research: a hippo skull looking extremely Barsoomian.

The joys of research: it yieldeth marvels. Nurse shark jaw, showing teeth in their little teeth nursery.

Speaking of mind-blowing, have I shared this before? The only time I’ve ever seen someone outperform Elvis on one of his own songs, pushing an already amazing, dark song into completely unexplored territory.

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I was just listening to this and marveling and so thought I’d share. Some of his nicest work. It’s not a video, it’s just music, and Jimi doesn’t sing — at least not with his voice. But, oh, it’s worth it.

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Tad’s Mood Today

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Tad’s Mood Today

It’s been raining for several days. The animals are lining up outside on the off chance I’m building an ark. Meanwhile, I’m trying to figure out how high a pile of animals I need to stand on to stay dry. It’ll all work out, one way or another.