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My trip to SanFran earlier in the year including dashing up a hill to gaze out at the Golden Gate bridge. I don't dash well, so when I say I was winded, it wasn't just from the fierce gales that blow up there. That meant taking the hill in strides, and there's no better reason to pause than to take pictures.
Which is why I had this one pic that I didn't share with the rest of you. Y'all got the standard pic of the entire length of the bridge, which was pretty cool. I could have stayed there for a long time and let my imagination run wild.
However, there are times one may look right at a thing and completely miss what's going on. Which is the only possible explanation for this pic:

There's a view you don't see very often. I mean, how many people take a picture of the Golden Gate from that side of the hill? Feel free to ponder what happened a little while later to the island of Alcatraz, and the docks and piers of San Francisco, or the city itself. All I can say is if I paid more attention to gorgeous vistas, and less to taking snapshots I would have stayed on that side of the hill.
Many thanks to
for adding pure joy to that photo, and for suggesting that it would make for a more interesting shot than the admittedly cliched image of the bridge.
And let me tell you, at that size the cars are mere specks to her. That size diff is etched in my mind...
</randomrant>
My trip to SanFran earlier in the year including dashing up a hill to gaze out at the Golden Gate bridge. I don't dash well, so when I say I was winded, it wasn't just from the fierce gales that blow up there. That meant taking the hill in strides, and there's no better reason to pause than to take pictures.
Which is why I had this one pic that I didn't share with the rest of you. Y'all got the standard pic of the entire length of the bridge, which was pretty cool. I could have stayed there for a long time and let my imagination run wild.
However, there are times one may look right at a thing and completely miss what's going on. Which is the only possible explanation for this pic:

There's a view you don't see very often. I mean, how many people take a picture of the Golden Gate from that side of the hill? Feel free to ponder what happened a little while later to the island of Alcatraz, and the docks and piers of San Francisco, or the city itself. All I can say is if I paid more attention to gorgeous vistas, and less to taking snapshots I would have stayed on that side of the hill.
Many thanks to

And let me tell you, at that size the cars are mere specks to her. That size diff is etched in my mind...
</randomrant>
RR: journals 2020
One of these days I'm going to surprise myself and catch up with releasing these silly things. I have them all. I'm mostly caught up to 2023. I even have the title cards. It just a case of getting off my tuckus and posting them. On the other paw, it's nice to have one when I'm too lazy to write... >.> So here are the Random Rants for 2020. This one is smaller than the others. Only 439 pages. Chalk that up to fewer photos and more writing. Anywho, enjoy! ^^
RR: pure dedication
On a hot summer day, Sapphire faced the skyscraper with hands on hips, and an impish smirk curling on her muzzle. It stood only a little taller than herself, a monumental edifice to the architectural prowess of the city. One hundred stories of gleaming glass and steel, it shone in the sun, presenting her with a ripping image of her own colossal presence. In every way it proved that the urban financial district was a force to be reckoned with. That wasn't exactly how she viewed it, though. Tail lashing slowly, wings half unfurled, she stepped forward, pressing her massive draconic body against the face of the building, causing it to tremble from its uttermost foundations to its expensive and well-stocked penthouse barroom. To say that the people inside freaked out is to fail to capture the incredible depth of their panic. Fancy cocktails were spilled, doorways were jammed with smartly dressed bodies, stairwells turned into fashionable traffic jams, as Sapphire
RR: milk delivery
Jack returned home, having traded three beans for a magic cow. The cow, named Cirrus, was left tied up outside while Jack crashed for the night. When he awoke and glanced through the window into the yard, the only part of Cirrus he could see were her brown and white legs. Pursing his lips, Jack went outside. The four legs were still the only sign of his enchanted bovine, which, rising up into the sky, disappeared into a bank of fluffy clouds. Knowing the drill, Jack grumbled and started climbing. The ascent was long and arduous, the monotony of it broken by two things: a cow knee, which twitched as he passed it, and the thought that if he let go he'd have ample time to question his life choices on the way down. Fortunately, nothing untoward happened, and after a few hours Jack reached the top of his cow. Patting her on the head he stepped off onto the cloud bank, and regarded the massive castle set amidst the fog and mists. Not one to put off the inevitable
RR: the write way to flee
He was in a bus crammed with nervous people when his phone rang. Juggling his laptop he glanced at the caller id and gritted his teeth. "Yesss?" he drawled. "Don't give me that shit," she growled. "Are you writing again?" Glancing at the pages of recently scribbled story on the laptop he quickly shut the lid. "No. Of course not. What makes you say that?" "I just heard the click of you closing your laptop, idiot," she told him. "What did I say I'd do to you if you kept writing stories while I'm busy with other things?" "You're busy actually rampaging," he protested. "I'm just writing about this stuff!" "No excuses," she shot back. "Besides, how do you know I'm rampaging unless you're in this city? I just started pushing over buildings." "Uh...the news spread fast," he explained. "Bullshit," she snapped. "You're close by. I can feel it. You won't escape my wrath. I hear people around you. Are you in a bus?" He was already frantically pounding the Stop
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Reality is a very moldable matter, isn't it?
This is the real bridge from here, to there 
