I used whatfontis.com to figure it out:
This guy was up on the window sill as I started to take a picture, but then he saw me and knew I was good for treats, so he dropped off the edge and I got the shot right before he started spreading his wings.
Yeah, I vector traced a photo in Illustrator and then adjusted it.
I made a crow box recently. Laser cut birch plywood, wood stained, added magnets for the lid. It's a good place to put the stones that the crows near my house have been bringing me.
Could I cut up my wish into just wiping parts of a few songs? Like the march tune from Tears of a Clown, the electronic watch alarm in Rock the Casbah, and the chopsticks part of Blinded by the Light.
Our guns were no match for their energy weapons. They disintegrated anyone who got in their way.
We weren't sure if they didn't understand us or they just didn't care.
We tried to offer them resources but they disintegrated those as well.
The only thing we knew for sure was that we needed to keep running in order to survive their invasion.
We thought we would be safe in the caves, but their energy weapons made quick work of our cavernous shelter.
I was in the back with my pistol, ready to defend the children, when they broke through the last defenders.
I spent the entire magazine, but nothing could pierce their armor.
I threw my gun at them uselessly, resigned to my inevitable fate.
One of them stepped forward, extending a clawed tentacle. The small object at the end of its appendage squawked to life.
"You...are...John...Berrington... confirm."
I glanced at my wife as her eyes went wide.
They could speak our language.
I nodded my head.
"Confirm!" The volume got louder.
They didn't know what a nod meant.
"I confirm," I said. "I am John Berrington."
The silence hung in the air as I waited to be blasted to atoms, but it squawked again.
"We...have...been...trying...to reach you...about your...planet's extended warranty."
I've been using black ink Pilot Rolling Ball Precise v5 extra fine pens for about 25 years, back to when the body was gray instead of black. They write well, can have a nice crisp scratching sound when used on the right paper, the body is a good weight, easy to spin in your fingers when you're bored in a meeting, the cold feel of the metal clip is nice for some reason.
That he is!
It's been a pet peeve of mine that autocorrect defaults "its" to "it's." Someone should change its programming.
Once you set up this set of objects on the set, we'll be all set for the Set festival and the band can play its set.
Logan was always killed by Eastasia.
When I was a teenager, I felt like 40+ was so old that your life was pretty much over and not worth living, but I've done so much self-actualization since my mid-30s that I'm still unlocking many of the things I hadn't previously thought I could do, like find a job I actually love, create stuff I'm proud of and have gotten positive feedback on, getting recognized for my skills and interests, etc. It's unfortunate that it can take a while to get around to doing some worthwhile stuff, but it's better now than later, regardless of what age you are. Thinking there wasn't much more after 40 was just a limitation of perspective on my part.
35-40 You realize you've spent so much time trying to level up that you haven't done any of the fun quests and crafting you really wanted to do, so you start focusing on those.
40-45 You look around and realize you've somehow managed to accrue skills and experience and loot and feel cringingly compelled to give advice to other players who are newer to the game. "When I was your level..."
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The Crow Bar has been around for a while.