Look at this ridiculous creature. She does have a hard life, it's true...

Someone thinks evening snackumz is late.

This local Wolfdog joined an Olympic ski event and triggered the finish-line camera. This is Nazgul. He snuck into a cross-country skiing sprint this morning and raced the homestretch with some competitors before being escorted home. 14/10 someone get him a medal

Bird print in the snow.

Painting commission for a friend. Super happy with it, particularly the purple peony. 💜🥰💜

Right, I have a week left to make rent, counting today, and that's the first goal. (Second is dealing with various emergencies.) I have 23 different pendants up for grabs, all wrapped and ready to travel: oishiny.etsy.com Go on, grab yourself some magic. #Handmade #DisabledArtist #ShopIndie

Peacehammer 40K: Paintinge litel miniatures of gardeneres, sculptors, academics. Detailed scale dioramas of museums, kiosks, cafés. Trimminge hedges. Makinge friendes. Yn the cozye glowe of the far future ther ys onlye WARMTH.

Attention: BEANZ.

Good morning, kitties.

Have you hearde the joke about a catte who doth lyve with a witch? Ich kan tell thee the punch lyne ys familiar.

Embarrassing to see adults talk to robots in a public forum. That'd be like if your friend asked a mailbox for directions once. You'd roast him for decades for that shit. Every time the concept of navigating space came up you'd hit him with "Why don't you ask the mailbox?"

Ich thynke but litel of a Mondaye bleake Tuesday grey and Wednesdaye eke Thursdaye Ich care nat for thee Yet Fridaye - Ich am yn love [twangy, moody lute arpeggio] Mondaye thou kanst fall awaye Tuesdaye, Wednesdaye, myne herte slaye No mirthe ys founde upon Thursdaye Yet Fridaye - Ich am yn love

Yummy Yummy Chicken! Kinda. Pretty close anyway. 😋

ART HAPPENED. FINALLY. ArtBrain Re-engage! ...one week before I go back to work. Of course.

"Be kind to everyone you meet on the way up, because they are the same people you will meet on the way back down". - Nathan Fillion, quoting Alan Tudyk's mother, Once We Were Spacemen, ep 12. Yep.

Gen A.I. barons want us talkinge alone on our phones to a demon thei created, and not goinge places and being wyth each othir yn art and joy and communitye. Thei want cinemas to shut downe and broadwaye to go darke. Thei want wryteres to stop writinge. Thei want to build hell and have us pay for it.

The booke of love ys long & boringe No folk kan lyft the damned thinge Crammid ful of charters & lore & rubrics And ynstructiouns for daunsing - But Ich? Ich love it whan thou readest to me; And thee, thou kanst reade me eny thinge. ("The Book of Love" by The Magnetic Fields)

Use the materials you're hoarding. Use that cute pen, the fancy tape, one of the 40 notebooks. Draw with those alcohol markers before they dry up. Art materials are meant to be used, not gather dusts. "I'm afraid to waste it." Time spent using them = experience. And experience is never wasted.

Ye brynge to mynde the babe. What babe? That babe wyth the knowlech. What knowlech? The knowlech of sorcerye. Sorcerye? Assuredlye! Assuredlye what? Brynge to mynde the babe. #Labyrinth #Bowie

Daphne time. We are very good at Foursies Feetsies.

Yaaaay just got best mail! 🥰😸🖤 @purrinink.bsky.social

😸😸😸🥰🥰🥰😭😭😭

I have made the correct choice in New skooshy bathrobe. Cricket agrees.

I wonder if the person who wrote "put baby in pelican mouth" knows that they're a genius.

It's so hard to be Cricket.

Someone seems to think breakfast is late.

Add our Magical Cat Yule Log animation to your holiday playlist on YouTube 😺 youtu.be/8pSB2Rbv58g?... #claymation #stopmotion #animation

The Light Returns. And Cricket says 'is very bright, mebbe could go 'way again?'

On the first night of winter, St. Nautilus flies through the air, pelting good children with candy and dousing the naughty ones in ink.

Gorgeous sunset this final day of Autumn. Tomorrow morning comes Winter and with it the Return of the Light. May it be so.

Cricket haz a concern about the hold music coming from my phone....

timeline cleanse: franky watches the garbage truck pick up the trash this morning

Techbros seem to love Tolkien, so here's an analogy to help you understand what genAI is. GenAI is The One Ring. You think your use is justified, b/c you don't have evil in your heart. But it came from evil, it is intended for evil purpose, & anything you do with it will be twisted to that end.

New essay on the paralysis of America in the face of THE FLAMING WRECKAGE OF ITS OWN FUTURE: catvalente.substack.com/p/schrodinge...

Hi.

my name is cow and wen its nite and when a star is shiyning brite and three wise men give me the nod i walk up close I lik the God

Kitties in the window... whatcha lookin at? (Or what were ya lookin at, before I distracted you...) (Do not be fooled by perspective. Gizmo is NOT the Big Cat. 🤣)

They used to "laugh and call him names." Now they're all dead

Just finished Snake Eater by @tkingfisher.com and it was, as always, amazing. 🥰 I don't think I could live there but I do want to visit the desert and just See It for a little while.

I appreciate the 5 minute preview option Audible has, and understand that it's literally just the first 5 minutes of the book, but when all but 45 seconds of it is intro music and the character list, that is... not a useful preview. 🙄 At least I know I can listen to the reader...

Ich thynke but litel of a Mondaye bleake Tuesdaye grey and Wednesdaye eke Thursdaye Ich care nat for thee Yet Fridaye Ich do love Mondaye thou kanst fall awaye Tuesdaye, Wednesdaye, myne herte slaye No mirthe ys founde upon Thursdaye Yet Fridaye Ich do love

If the first line in your 'about me' blurb here is anything to do with AI (unless it's how much it sucks), you win the prize of an instant block, congratulations.

Last Christmas Ich gave thee myne hearte The verye next daye ther came a wolf Wyth sinews of whispers - quiet as frost - And the wolf stole myne hearte, fled To a tower out of tyme biyonde all the stars. Seek now myne hearte, Return it within a yeare and a daye: Thys ys thy queste

SKULL OF THOMAS AQUINAS: TAKE A LEFT NOW PRIEST: No, the GPS says we have to keep going— SKULL: I KNOW A SHORTCUT PRIEST: Do you remember the last ti— SKULL: FOR THOSE WITH FAITH, NO EVIDENCE IS NECESSARY; FOR THOSE WITHOUT IT, NO EVIDENCE WILL SUFFICE

Smol Croissant in my lap.

Someday the day will come that a provisional knit cast on will do the easy release thing when I pull on the end. Today is not that day. 😑 At least it was only 88 stitches.

Daphne. You have had your breakfast. You do not also need mine. (Though she does, I have discovered, like Marmite.)

Cozy horror has been a thing since John Wyndham, and always will be. In the end, cozy is like horror or romance; a modifier rather than a core descriptor. Cozy is a vibe, a "know it when I see it," and none of us, me included, can set hard rules for inclusion.