I hear your frustration. It’s so hard to watch the people around you get that close to doing the right thing–we had such good momentum for a while–and then veer towards the opposite end of the behavioral spectrum like they were pushed. That kind of discouragement feels fucking terrible.

Take whatever time you need to heal up. If that’s forever, it’s forever; I’m sorry we left you in this state. I don’t blame you for walking away, but if having someone to commiserate about the ridiculous state of affairs would help you sort out the internal chaos and make it easier to live with, please reach out. I’m always down for political gossip.

It’s a thing that can happen when you keep a fish tank. You start with one and set it up almost the way you like: maybe you originally wanted two kinds of fish in there, but they don’t share a tank well with each other, or something about the plants or corals isn’t quite right.

That feeling gnaws at you until you’re like, “I really want those other fish/coral/plants,” and then you find yourself planning for another tank.

It happens to enough people that we call it Multiple Tank Syndrome (MTS).

Because Daddy’s got a clam to feed!

Pennsylvania contains a multitude. Every place has its assholes and amateurs, but it’s not everywhere that puts them on tv

I loved watching your friend squeeze through little gaps between moss strands. There was a little “shoomp!” sound in my head every time

Look how high up he is! He’s among the highest of fall risks right now

What’s the strength modifier on a chicken laying an egg?

This is no lower 48 Roadkill Cafe, “you kill it, we grill it.” This is a whole different set of cooking skills

Looks like a sturgeon, maybe? I’m no fishologist