The steller’s jays have figured out where we sleep and are screaming through our window for peanuts.

I’ll be at Noctua Emporium this Saturday at 11am with flying raven mobiles and ornaments. The shop will be open this week starting Oct 1st, just in time for the Olympia Fall Arts Walk 🐦‍⬛🔮💀

Hit my limit with this latest BTB episode. #Bonedposting #cookedposting

I’ve been fearing this day

I might’ve messed up not fulfilling the technical definition of ppe. I hope my reputation at previous locations pulls through for me.

Interviewed for a full time aquaculture position working with biologists and my heart is in my throat.

Let’s see how far I gnaw through 5’ of hardboard before I ask a neighbor with a sawtable for help.

Harbor freight has an 8 dollar Japanese pull saw lfg

Glinner stopped by airport security: Funny Glinner getting so mad he nearly had a heart attack: hilarious Glinner arrested: phenomenal Glinner given bail condition meaning he *legally* can't post: transcendent

Targeted advertising for the horse girl consumer

Living in the puget sound is going to turn me into a person who enjoys cooking omggg. These were harvested maybe two miles from where they were sold.

The kind of therapy needed solely from enduring the conservative FO phase over and over again has not been invented yet. Is this purgatory? I think I’m in purgatory.

I may be close to a pivot. That or another pivot done mid-pivot. I’m warming up to the idea of either. Still, not happy about the circumstance.

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Prepping for the next salmon run stage. I still have a few magic worms, and a hunch that the spawning masses will bite anything. Even if I only get a nibble while shitposting in nature and keeping $5 out of cabela’s pockets that’s a win.

Didn’t catch anything today but I did have to boop a seal away from me in chest-high water, got the spa treatment from tiny smallfry and crabs, and fistpounded with a woman in waders and an “I eat pussy like a fat kid eats cake” shirts, so it was a pretty good day.

Seeking: one frog statue, preferably wearing gentlemanly frog clothes, to get the HOA off my fucking back.

I tend to get snubbed during secret santa type exchanges. I feel like I may have been cursed but in a small innocuous way, like one of my ancestors cut off a witch in old-timey horse traffic or declined a leprechaun’s casserole at a potluck.

IMAGINE A WORLD WHERE TIME DRIFTS SLOWLY

Some news today huh.

I’m reminded of the friends who’ve protected me in the past, more than a few times 💚

In an interesting turn of events I’ve been asked to intrude on someone’s peace and privacy on behalf of a parent put in the nc box. lol I’m no one’s flying monkey.

We have always existed

I mean, yes every production is different - you have some directors making quick thumbnail sketches and then you have people like Satoshi Kon who made near finished looking boards. But what USA board artists are expected to do should not be like what Kon was doing.

You ever look at Japanese production storyboards and wonder "what the fuck are we (in the USA) even doing" because all's I can say is damn. The level of detail is quick thumbnails at best and that's all you need. Fuck the USA production expectations for storyboards. Stop making us make comic books.

HEYYYY you can finally see my beach rat stickermoon designs!!! lookit ‘em go!

Good news: our neighborhood has a Unicycle Guy

There’s a sorry lack of tutorials on how to fix a charm to the handle of a fishing rod. I wanna hang a ladudu from mine.

When the sun sets she turns back into a cow

I did not get my lure back. The boat launch is clean tho lol. (Not pictured: a nest of fishing line, beer cans, used paper plates and solo cups, a sock)

My aunts buried so many of their friends in the 80s and 90s, and my mother worked on the frontlines of the worst of the epidemic This is, hands down, some of the best news of the decade, maybe my lifetime

I want my lure back. I’m getting my lure back.

For a fawn. My neighborhood is so sweet, but I legit panicked thinking someone was struck by a car nearby without either of us hearing it!