Apparently when you try to learn how to crochet, and you use brown yarn, everything ends up shaped like a turd. A lovely, knitted brown turd.

Bricking computers and bricking people are both different and equally bad things.

I lost a battle of wills with a croissant.

I am annoyed.

But the carb craving of the last week has been satiated.

Ergo, I win.

Nothing shoots you awake like cortisol from a sleepy mistake. And now the confusion is strong, from what happened or went ...wrong?

Who needs an alarm clock, lmao.

Little ones who thought about the Bermuda Triangle grew up to be ones who think about the Roman Empire.

Cats are pianoforte.

The magic 8 ball is an analog ChatGPT.

One hot dog is a taco. Two tacos, arranged so, makes a sandwich. Are singular tacos open-face sandwiches?

A pool of desiccant and ice would feel real comfy right now.