Oh rants, where art tho? Seems like a wedding in Manhattan in August was just the ticket for suffering. And then, it wasn't suffering at all. (Thanks Thomas Keller) Not oh shit the mountain is on fire suffering. Not five busted ribs, busted clavicle, busted scapula and collapsed lung suffering. Not three months without a job suffering. Just hot, sticky, smelly New York. Does a body good. Praises to those who suffered this month, may September begin the uptick of better fortune in your worlds. Onward.
Link dump:
Busted Carbon.
Extropy.
Apparently Rupert's son is a bit of a twat too.
Vontz, drilling it.
When pink becomes purple, raffle.

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