Sometimes being on Facebook really pays off. Like when Allison Shock posted this awesome photo reposted by someone else made by someone else somewhere. And I got to see it.
Even the most cursory search will reveal that this image has been ripped off so many times (and sometimes reformatted) that there is no way for the average human to tell where it came from. Who even knows if the image tag on it is real?
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This morning I was pleased to see that one of the most revolting trolls on the Internet got outed by Gawker. I wish more anonymous web douchebags would have their identities revealed. Free speech is protected, sure, but no one is owed anonymity. Especially if they are making the world an uglier place. There is some handwringing about this, mostly in the white male creep community, and I don’t care at all. I don’t have the slightest concern for any amount of unhappiness felt now or in the future by this… person. It’s called… consequences.
I’ve taken this day to collect myself, pack for a week in St. Louis, kiss Miss Fish extra (she is going to be OUTRAGED when I leave again) and admire this incredible four inch long Manduca Rustica (Sphinx Moth) caterpillar on the Desert Willow outside my bedroom window. Whoa! Thank you Internet for helping me ID it.
I guess it can eat as many Desert Willow leaves as it likes, if it’s going to be a Sphinx Moth. Why not.
Dustin said that he expected oars, or cannons, to emerge from it’s little side-slots.