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Entries mentioning global warming

Pigs fly just fine

Porked on February 18, 2024

Do better

Retracted on November 26, 2023

A Sefernday to surely forget

Sefernalized on November 19, 2023

Musings on the salad of chicken and eggs

Emulsified on November 5, 2023

A real nobody

Fettered on October 15, 2023

A week of weekdays and their horrors

Manacled on October 8, 2023

Playing a katydid like a fiddle

Diddled on August 6, 2023

Rejecting both Church Latin and the Ciceronian

Conjugated on July 30, 2023

It doesn’t have to—but I always do

Needn’t on June 4, 2023

Why fish don’t have feet

Expiscated on May 7, 2023

Being a little bit taller

Racked on April 16, 2023

My spaghetti trees had all flowered

Disassembled on February 19, 2023

A mystery of hasps and coat hangers

Fastened on January 29, 2023

I am my thoughts… I am time

Annuated on January 1, 2023

You are a crazy person

Maddened on November 20, 2022

With a ploot, ploot, ploot!

Born on November 6, 2022

Up to my ass in alligators

Endangered on August 7, 2022

Flogging the dinosaur

Flailed around on May 1, 2022

Interwoven threads of witless boobery

Spiked on February 20, 2022

The door slammed in my face

Slammed on January 30, 2022

Collecting the caps from every bottle of light cream

Collected before December 26, 2021

Vigorously shaking every Solanum dulcamara

Vigorously shook before December 19, 2021

Vigorously shaking every ficus tree

Shook before December 12, 2021

Shouting at every houseplant

Shouted at before December 5, 2021

An adventure in Dingleberry–Dumpsterism

Dumped and stirred on November 28, 2021

The pink, sticky day ended

Chaptered and versed on September 12, 2021

And I still couldn’t find my comb

Nosedove before August 22, 2021

To not be a six-foot-tall man–squirrel

Squeeorled on August 15, 2021

Today I was being a…

Squirreled on August 8, 2021

Maybe it was the location

Tripped out on March 21, 2021

A dark and smarmy night

Self-satisfied on February 13, 2011