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Happy 60th anniversary to the 1964 New York World’s Fair!
The Fair, by sheer coincidence, opened on J. Robert Oppenheimer’s 60th birthday. Does anyone know if he went?
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1977 Lincoln Versailles in the Windows on the World in the World Trade Center in New York City
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Reception room of Windows on the World, the restaurant located on the top floor of the North Tower of the World Trade Center, New York City, c. 1976.
Designer: Warren Platner
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I’m late, but happy 96th birthday, Thomas Andrew Lehrer!
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Same as @psychedelic-charm.
@ghalind @woodsy-niles @eggswheretheyshouldntbe @mrs-jake-blues @spin-twirl-and-stim-some-more
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I don’t feel comfortable sharing my birthday, so I’ll choose my current celebrity crush’s.
Florida man attacks roommate who woke him up for breakfast, deputies say
@woodsy-niles @ghalind @wlfgrrl @icannothink123 @spin-twirl-and-stim-some-more
Starting a reblog game for funsies.
Google your birthday + and florida news with the title of the 1st news article that shows up
I'll start:
Florida mother shot burglar who entered home because 'dinosaurs were chasing him'
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Anyway, belittling people who can't work/are physically and/or mentally disabled is wrong. Stop it.
Angry about your tax dollars? These people are not the problem. Billionaires avoiding taxes are. Stop attacking the disabled, the mentally ill, the addicted, the homeless, the single parents, etc when you should be attacking the wealthy who could literally end poverty (and fund free general health and mental health care) in the western world in less than a month. The whole world in less than a year.
"nobody owes you anything–" EVERYONE DESERVES the human right to live and not everyone can live by themselves. It's funny because many of you anti-welfare people wouldn't say that to a traumatized war veteran, right? So why is okay to say it to a traumatized person who grew up the victim of incestuous rape? Why is one trauma more deserving of support than another? "Being unable to work because you have PTSD after years of childhood trauma I can excuse as just an excuse, but I draw the line at veterans with PTSD!"
I have been happy to support moms, babies, veterans, the disabled and the mentally ill with my tax dollars. I'll be even happier when we stop playing the blame game amongst ourselves and go for the real problem: the billionaires who did not accumulate that wealth fairly, do not need that much money for one person/family anyway, and still go out of their way to avoid taxes.
Stop defending billionaires. Start defending the poor and oppressed.
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Congrats, anon!
ok so i doubt your going to see this but i have no idea what i’m doing and i’m desperate. so recently i found a green puppy plush at a thrift store, i didn’t personally remember the character but i thought it was adorable and matched other items in my collection so i bought it. turns out it’s worth a shit ton of money and i’m too broke to just have something that expensive sitting in my house so i’m selling it, but the prices are so inconsistent. hate to be that person but do you know what it’s worth? 😭 i’m so sorry the blues clues subreddit is dead and this is like the only green puppy related tumblr account that’s active
Hey anon! Can I see a pic? There's actualy more than one Green Puppy plush - all are pretty rare, though!
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Only seven years until the moon base, y’all.
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From Brooks Atkinson’s Once Around the Sun (1951).
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This is my most favorite SNL sketch!
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN ADAM BELUSHI
January 24, 1949 - ♾️
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In loving memory of John Adam Belushi on his 75th birthday.
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In tribute to the CBS Sunday Morning host Charles Osgood, I’m sharing this story I wrote in the fall of 2018, asking where an elephant got his name.
The Emma with the Dilemma
Hello, and how are you? How are you today?
I send you this letter, for I have to say,
That I send you this letter to ask something great
I'm on pins and needles; oh, I cannot wait.
Marvin K. Mooney and Gertrude McFuzz,
They’d both be surprised at how happy I was.
I feel as glad as the Cat in the Hat,
I must ask you a question, a good one at that.
Now I know you will mark this letter as spam
Quicker than one can say “Green Eggs and Ham”—
But hear me out on this, oh, please do not fail
To listen to all of this mystical tale.
Not much long ago, in the Land of the Prowds,
There was a young maiden, her head in the clouds.
This young maiden (named Emma McRosebud McGlews)
Had her heart wholly taken by men of the news.
Walter Cronkite made her heart go quite crazy!
She’d swoon and she’d sigh at John Cameron Swayze!
She hopped up and down just as if there were bees in her
When she laid her eyes on the late Harry Reasoner.
And last, but not least, there was one more to mention.
A man who had captured her beyond comprehension.
Born on January eighth, nineteen thirty-three,
He was as wondrous as wondrous could be.
Well, he still is wondrous, since he’s still alive.
(Last January, he happened to turn eighty-five.)
He made it a great day, he made it a fun day,
When he’d saunter by every morning of Sunday.
The sun would be shining, a smile on its face,
And all would be right with the world, everyplace.
He had a sweet smile, and also brown eyes,
And, also, of course, quite a thing for bow ties.
But something else also chased off the blues,
From the mind of our Emma McRosebud McGlews,
You see, she loved beasts: beasts big and beasts small,
Beasts fat and beasts thin, beasts short and beasts tall.
She especially had a soft spot in her heart
For the great elephant, and it's not a small part.
She knew of one elephant who babysat
For a little bird egg, and not only that;
This elephant also saved all the Whos,
Which has earned him respect from our dear Miss McGlews.
But he’s not her most favorite elephant ever;
Not the reason for Emma's question most clever;
No, here is the reason I tell you this story:
She wants to ask you folks a question of glory:
On the sixteenth of August, nineteen ninety-nine,
There was born a great big baby boy, oh so fine,
Thirty-nine inches tall, forty-three long,
And two-hundred-fifty pounds, healthy and strong.
His father was Charlie—now this is a dilemma—
You see, this baby boy’s mom’s name was, too, Emma.
But that’s not the wonderful, magical part
(Though it's an amusing and cute little start);
'Tis the tip of the iceberg, yes, it is a joy;
But it's not the best thing about this baby boy.
This baby boy, he had nothing to lose,
At least not to Emma McRosebud McGlews...
He did not get his name immediately;
For there was a poll ‘twas conducted, you see.
Five names in the running, five names did begin;
But obviously, only one name could win.
“Barnum” and “Boomer” and “Webster” and “Petey” –
All were considered for this little sweetie.
But none of these four came out victorious.
No, he got the other name, which was much more glorious.
It brought to mind Sunday morn on CBS,
His name was "Osgood"—she has to confess.
Now, he might have been named for a clown known as Scott,
Who flew in the air in a sinister plot.
Scott Osgood toured with them two decades ago,
But he might be the reason, this Emma does know.
But a small part of Emma still has happy hope,
Gladder than soap back again with its rope,
That this handsome prince of great wisdom and size
Got his name from the man with the lovely bow ties,
Born on January eighth, nineteen thirty-three,
In the bitter, cold Bronx borough of NYC,
The bringer of joy and the fighter for good,
The wonderful man they call Charles Osgood Wood.
Now you know what has enchanted her so;
Now Emma must ask you, oh, Emma must know.
Did Osgood the elephant, of wisdom and size,
Get his name from the man with the lovely bow ties?
If he did, that’s so lovely; if not, that’s OK.
If you tell her, we know you will make Emma’s day.
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From Brooks Atkinson’s Once Around the Sun (1951).
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