I see the “technically it’s ephebophelia” crowd is out today, so just a reminder that A) this is NOT a case where technically correct is the best kind of correct and B) the minute you say this, the gods dump you in the “irredeemable creeper” basket and wash their hands thoroughly after touching you.

Playing Horizon Zero Dawn for the umpteenth time. Had a realization about when Alloy is entering Faro Tower. The security allows her in even though the genetic ID is off. In Sobeck facilities it has to be 100%. For Ted Faro, “eh, it’s good enough.” It’s another slam on tech bros.

Now that the book's been out for over a month, I'm re-posting this great review by @hawkwinglb.bsky.social of Queen Demon, for people who have had time to read the book and like really deep smart dives: locusmag.com/review/queen...

Proof of cat. Hard to tell I know, that’s why the second picture.

DragonDiaries: Wag. Wag wag wag. Awooooo! Waggie wag waggggg! No, dammit that was supposed to be in dragon not werewolf! Sigh. Oh well, the joke’s ruined now, butchered in translation. Why even bother? Maybe tomorrow.

Not my umpire, not my sharp wooden stake. In fact, I was in a meeting across town. Also, it was a natural mistake.

Morning arrived like axmas morning. No, not xmas, that’s the good kind of morning. Axmas is a lot more…choppy. Yeah, let’s go with “choppy”. This time the red suit is to hide the blood. #BadNoir

Today‘s Jeeves break went a little bit differently. Mr. Jeeves decided that he wanted hugging at the same time he got belly rubbing.

Proof of cats

Morning arrived like a cat with a ten a.m. vet appointment, which is to say it crawled out of a pocket dimension that is concealed beneath the tub in the middle of the afternoon. Moi? I’ve been here all along. #BadNoir

DragonDiaries: More fallout from the werewolf bite. I licked a person, and I liked it. Ewww!

Not my norms, not my cliffs.

As auroras go around here, it’s okay.

Not my noggin, not my eggin.

Night fell like your expectations for the quiet resolve of national politicians to do the right thing—it’s a barometer with no bottom. . #BadNoir

When an eel bites your nose and then chopped your toes, that’s a moray.

There are 1,700 ballots that need signature confirmation. That is enough to change the election. Go. Check. Your. Ballot. komonews.com/news/local/s...

DragonDiaries: Tried dragon yoga again. This time a brought a hot tub full of yogurt. Said it was for therapeutic decontextualization. Worked great! Self-dipping yogurt pretzels for the win!

Proof of cat

Not my anchors aweigh, not my curds and whey. . Today there is no will.

Morning arrived like unworkable solutions proposed to intractable problems by the uninformed—Monday at the cat rodeo, basically. . #BadNoir

Behaviores Report: 100% Goode

It would be cool if we lived in a world where Republicans were _also_ treated as though they have agency.

I cannot even. With 1800s level health care I’d have died in my childhood a couple of times and at least three times in my terns and twenties. The only way I’d have written my first book is if I could have signed up for the undead.

Might you have missed some of the depth of Tuesday's results, beyond the big headline races? I'd been watching roughly 200 races heading into Election Day, so here's a thread of some of what you don't want to skip over! 🧵

Regular reminder that Axios stories saying Dems are about to cave are likely sourced from GOP staffers trying to make it happen. Doesn't mean it definitely won't happen. But it's like those NYT stories that Harvard is considering caving (they haven't). The anonymous source was trying to manifest it.

TOO real. ;)

Proof of cat.

DragonDiaries: Just had a horrible thought. What if being bitten by a werewolf makes me allergic to silver? Half my hoard would give me hives! That would be sooooo not sparkly!

Not my tension, not my scansion.

Morning arrived like the slow lazy realization that the warm bathtub you’re waking up in is actually filled with sleeping gerbils—so warm, so fluffy, so please don’t wake up, please don’t wake up please don’t wake up. . #BadNoir

And thou mayest aske thyself, 'How do Ich werke thys?' And thou mayest aske thyself, 'Wher ys that large destrier?' And thou mayest telle thyself, 'Thys nys not my beautiful castle!' And thou mayest telle thyself, 'Thys nys not my swift goshawk!'

It’s going to be interesting to see whether the Republican Supreme Court figures out that their authority flows from perceived legitimacy achieved by following the rule of law. Because, I suspect the Republican Court believes their legitimacy flows from their authority, and boy is that wrong.

This all the way to the bone marrow. Find things that bring you joy and cling to them like the life preserver they are in the stormy seas of our present moment in history.

It’s going to be interesting to see whether the Republican Supreme Court figures out that their authority flows from perceived legitimacy achieved by following the rule of law. Because, I suspect the Republican Court believes their legitimacy flows from their authority, and boy is that wrong.

Jeeves has just returned from the Snoopy seminar on How to be a Vulture! Proof of cat

DragonDiaries: Definitely shouldn’t have ated the werewolf, caught myself wagging my tail at a passing stranger at the full moon. Bad sign that.

Not my soda, not my soma.

Morning arrived like the big meanie that upset the apple cart: “Hey, your wheels are uneven, and your handlebar is tacky! Also, I bet you’re full of nothing but red delicious!“ #BadNoir

If you’re trying to catch up on what went down with #SNAP late last night at #SCOTUS, here’s my attempt to read the breadcrumbs on the “administrative stay” issued by Justice Jackson—and why a justice so critical of the Court’s grants of emergency relief to Trump still granted temporary relief here:

if you are the public defense investigator who just subpoenaed Sam Altman on stage know that i love you and think you are a wonder upon this earth.

Current view

Proof of cat

DragonDiaries: Met my first werewolf. Ated it. Bad choice. It bit me on the uvula on the way down. Next full moon…hairy tongue. by itself, that might have been the tequila, but then it howled. Weirdest sensation…

Not my comma not my full stop

Morning arrived like an AI morning arrived post: daylight over woodchuck upcomes on a Friday morning, case reference: bananapants vs. the State of Incompetence, I’m not hallucinating, you’re hallucinating, so there! Laugh now? #BadNoir

Proof of cat

DragonDiaries: It’s been a long week. Frankly, feeling more dragoff than dragon.

Not my nits, not my picks.

Night fell like a herd of angry camels chasing a tap dance troupe across a frozen highway where a tractor trailer full of ball bearings just lost its load. #BadNoir