New Julius candid just dropped, you’re welcome

Hot take no one asked for:

Behind every NLOG PickMe! is a low-quality dude who cheerfully accepts PickMe!Dollars

FFS stop pissing down the rope

Wait, wait, hold on — I’m told they have completed construction of the ballroom. Repeat: the ballroom is finished! We go live now to—

oh. Oh my.

Describe your BlueSky account with a single image:

@shadowbanner.bsky.social can throw false positives, but something tells me that user might not be operating in (pardon the expression) “good faith”

Pollux, for instance. He only loves me because he doesn’t know Darren is already married, nor that marrying is a thing.

This is reminding me of the finest bumper sticker I ever saw:

Confession time. My profile pic is not me. It is Julius, a cat with whom I share the one orange brain cell.

After 9-10 hours of brain-toil work, I like to touch our foreheads together and say, “K, your turn with the brain cell now.” He always obliges

This pun didn’t originate with me, but I do believe recent events gave it new meaning

Last night, I dreamt my husband and I took 2 of our cats, Castor and Pollux, to visit David Wain at some neat little apartment. (David Wain had a cat who kinda looked like Castor; they mostly all got along.)

I’m documenting it here because that dream is some of the most fun I’ve had all week

This text exchange with my dad, who never disappoints:

Here is the ship’s cat.

Pollux, a Siamese mix (shown here above his littermate, Castor), has a stereotypical tendency to get wound up and overstimulated and act like a total weirdo.

Dar and I call this his “Cornholio mode.”

Today, he also quite literally needed TP for his bunghole. (Not pictured here.)

Free to a good or bad home: this stupid idea I just shared with our chatbot overlords