If you see this, I IMPLORE you to post a picture from whatever device you're using without explanation.

Scar, what should I put? How about this?

I get the feeling that someone on the @nytimes.com puzzles team either really wanted to fuck with @googlesearch.bsky.social's #analytics with yesterday's #strands puzzle, or just really likes #birding (or both 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Her copy of Proof was in the (inedible) pudding. A job well done.

I just a note on the door to set the scene for when she got back, then set about cleaning up what ended up being quite the mess.

Knowing my lovely fiancée would be home soon (which turned out to be closer to 90 mins later), I had to think quickly.

I just made some fake #pud by mixing milk and the powder and pouring it directly onto the dish without cooking it.

It wasn't going to be edible anyway 🤷🏻‍♀️

And we were done.

Unfortunately, I was foiled, by being a klutz...

So much #pud was lost today. 🫡 But not forgotten.

I did a taste test at this point, only to realise that the milk I had been using must have been off.

Good thing it won't be eaten, in that case. 💁🏻‍♀️

And with that batch of #pud, I could safely say that the (copy of) proof was indeed in the pudding.

A job well done. 💁🏻‍♀️

And well timed at that, because I was getting a hot flash, as one does.

That intuition was correct, as after that batch of #pud, it seemed that I had finished the previous thing of milk.

But this would be the last batch, so I was on my way to making her laugh a little and feel a little better.

So I made more #pud.

But it still was not enough...

At this point I was worried I was going to run out of milk — so I quickly ran across the road (in my nightie) to get more before the local grocer shut.

One batch of #pud was not enough...

I got to work making some #pud

My wonderful gay fiancée, to whom I am engayged, and am gay with told me that she was having a hard day, would need to skip her plans tonight (plans she was excited for), was trying not to cry, and would need to stay in chambers late to prepare for her matter tomorrow.

I knew what had to be done.

Absolutely terrifying website.

At least it appears to be gone (from that instance, for now).

They (the fash and terfs) are getting brazen and inviting violence by doxxing vulnerable folk within such framing.

It makes me wonder if nazis are getting punched often enough.

Stay safe everyone.

... my dude.

Rachel, my gay fiancée, to whom I am engayged, and with whom I will be getting gay married, is honestly quite funny sometimes.

Finally setting up a Bluesky account, well over a year since I deleted my Twitter account, has made me realise how much I missed pre-Elon Twitter. It is the icons like @antisemitismcow.bsky.social that X [pronounced: Shitter] could never 💁🏻‍♀️