Apparently I’m wrecking my cats’ lives by not ensuring each meal is a different flavour.
Somebody call the RSPCA.
Wouldn't it be fun if some organisation started mobile phones again. Remember those?
I have the best, most secure password, it’s so secure I can’t even enter it properly, not even when I type carefully.
Being a fan of phone-sized phones, you just know when you hear Apple is releasing a phone named “Mini” it will be surf board sized.
In the cold light of day, I suppose I am glad the All Blacks didn’t lose yesterday. I don’t like to think what a lose would have done to Jacinda’s chances this weekend.
Me just now: “take the draw. It’s basically a win!”
Ugh, it’s that time of year where I am stuck in a weird kind of prisoners dilemma. There is no sight more delicious than Eddie McGuire seeing Collingwood lose, even more so when it’s that Grand Final. But with such reward comes great risk, they might win.
“But the truth is that our economy doesn't work for us, it works for about seven white guys.”
https://holly.substack.com/p/opening-to-despair
I like to remember that I fell into the writing of @girlziplocked /Holly Wood via Harry Potter deconstruction fic.
Ten years ago I was faced with the unsavoury necessity of having to hope St Kilda FC won a game.
Twice!
And now, here we are again.
But I do want them to die, preferably choking and gasping for breathe, but ideally after everyone has had a chance to repudiate them. I’ll take what I can get though.
So basically the government has given Australia another kick in the guts. And still another three months left of this cursed year. sigh
31 Perfect Records from @monteiro arrived today, and since I'd completely forgotten about it (because you know...2020) it made it seem like a thoughtful surprise gift from somebody I've never met.
Is this not the human condition? https://twitter.com/washingtonpost/status/1312614389648896001
It me https://twitter.com/randomknits/status/1312175813404491776
I recently learned that retail staff in a well known athletic-shoe chain are referred to as Athletes. Managers are called Coaches. Whenever I hear this now, I swear, my hand just does the jerk-off motion all by itself, it’s got a kind of its own, I can’t control it.
Imaginary Set List for a Fictional Red Army Choir gig: Rebel Girl, Cherry Bomb, Bad Girls, Violet, All The Things She Said, Oh Bondage Up Yours, Land
About to bake cakes. For a joke.
I can’t really describe the joke. It’s such an in joke that it would need additional spatial dimensions to facilitate any more in-ness.
But it sure as hell makes me laugh, and that’s what’s important.
For when your empty ritual needs to be even emptier.
This seems very unlikely. https://twitter.com/duerank_com/status/1310580257506947074
Found a use for those ridiculous bags Hellofresh send you
