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CUTE WARNING!
Below this cut are pictures of kitties, puppies, rainbows, and hippies. Your head may explode from cute.
No, I'm not kidding.

Remember Mr. Orange? I saw him yesterday. He greeted me enthusiastically and then proceeded to follow me to the bus stop. People were looking at us strangely.

Here's GreyCat, looking very solemn.

This is why I want to come back as a cat in my next life.

Seriously. Check this guy out!
Last night, I went to the Cooking Fire Theatre Festival. It wasn't that good, alas. Everything except for the last play (which was more visual presentation than play; it was about Käthe Kollwitz and it was low-key and fairly decent) had to do with some sort of Big Creation Myth. I don't know what it is with outdoor theatre and people's need to begin each play with some woman channeling a camp counselor while intoning, "In the beginning..." in a Most Theatrical Voice.
Anyway, there was this one play that was supposed to be a Japanese creation myth with puppets, wherein the puppets were bits of fabric cut into vague kimono shapes. It started to rain, and then a rainbow appeared, and everyone basically stopped paying attention because the rainbow was way more interesting than some white people appropriating Japanese stories (obviously).

I mean, it's a fucking rainbow, right?

Right.
The best thing was that there were a bunch of hippies in the park who had just dropped acid. One of them screamed, "OMG RAINBOW!" and they rushed towards it and started praying to it. Awesome.

I LOL'd.
My last picture of the bunch is so cute that it needs another cute warning, just because. As soon as I'm done posting this, I'm going to send it to CuteOverload.

There you have it, folks. A small puppy named Lucy. She owns your soul.
If anyone's still conscious after seeing that, here's a picture that
human_loser took of the fellatio function on my new keyboard:

Below this cut are pictures of kitties, puppies, rainbows, and hippies. Your head may explode from cute.
No, I'm not kidding.

Remember Mr. Orange? I saw him yesterday. He greeted me enthusiastically and then proceeded to follow me to the bus stop. People were looking at us strangely.

Here's GreyCat, looking very solemn.

This is why I want to come back as a cat in my next life.

Seriously. Check this guy out!
Last night, I went to the Cooking Fire Theatre Festival. It wasn't that good, alas. Everything except for the last play (which was more visual presentation than play; it was about Käthe Kollwitz and it was low-key and fairly decent) had to do with some sort of Big Creation Myth. I don't know what it is with outdoor theatre and people's need to begin each play with some woman channeling a camp counselor while intoning, "In the beginning..." in a Most Theatrical Voice.
Anyway, there was this one play that was supposed to be a Japanese creation myth with puppets, wherein the puppets were bits of fabric cut into vague kimono shapes. It started to rain, and then a rainbow appeared, and everyone basically stopped paying attention because the rainbow was way more interesting than some white people appropriating Japanese stories (obviously).

I mean, it's a fucking rainbow, right?

Right.
The best thing was that there were a bunch of hippies in the park who had just dropped acid. One of them screamed, "OMG RAINBOW!" and they rushed towards it and started praying to it. Awesome.

I LOL'd.
My last picture of the bunch is so cute that it needs another cute warning, just because. As soon as I'm done posting this, I'm going to send it to CuteOverload.

There you have it, folks. A small puppy named Lucy. She owns your soul.
If anyone's still conscious after seeing that, here's a picture that
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