My front porch is not dirty, thank you very much, I have organic Halloween decorations. (And the rest of the year it’s my contribution to maintaining arthropod habitats!)

Watching the Minnesota No Kings rally stream and YouTube just ran an ad for Dreo fans which they did with the Kings hockey team, “Who is the King? We are the Kings, with Dreo”. I’m just really wondering how that was what the algorithm chose.

(Singing) “C” is for gato; that’s good enough for me/ “C” is for gato; that’s good enough for me/ “C” is for gato; that’s good enough for me—Oh! Gato! Gato! Gato! Starts with “C”!

These might be strong enough to not get stolen!!

Without downloading any new pics, describe your gender—and be sure to include alt text!

We may have taught too much of the wrong things about the rise of fascism. What the people in power seem to have learned was “they killed critics! And got away with it!” Instead of “there were all these times and places they could have been stopped—and in some places they were!!”

BlueSky is spell-checking me in Italian. I refuse to believe it’s for any reason other than to make me happy.

I just keep thinking how the Charlie Brown Christmas Special is kind of depressing on purpose; it’s about how modern, materialistic Christmas is spiritually unfulfilling.

I’ve been listening to Simon & Garfunkel all weekend and I think their albums are actually zines. I mean, look at the back of The Sounds of Silence:

Taurus: I'M NOT SCREAMING, YOU'RE SCREAMING.

Is there a term for the emotional state where song lyrics feel *really* deep? I mean, I’ve cried at Journey’s “Separate Ways” ( because true love *won’t* desert you, it might only have changed), and right now Don McLean’s American Pie is hitting me hard. (While sober, I mean.)

I know arguing with imaginary people in the middle of the night (when I ought to be sleeping) is unhealthy; but I’m *really* good at it.

I remember thinking, when Harris ran for the Senate, that I was looking forward to someday voting for her for President. That day is just a little sooner than expected, is all.

Does Thursday think it’s a disappointment because it’s not a Friday? Thursday is the all-important assist, the bridge, the reprieve; but we don’t say “Thank G-d it’s Thursday” to each other. (This Deep Thought is brought to you by A Friday Deadline I’m Not Ready For.)

Did you feel the EARTH MOVE this morning? That is but a TASTE of MY POWER. If MY DEMANDS are not met within the next 72 HOURS, then I shall BLOT OUT THE SUN. The clock is ticking.

BREAKING: Amid uncertainty surrounding the Princess of Wales' health, King Harald V of Norway has landed an army near Stamford Bridge in the north of England

I had to get up to answer the phone and she had to leave my lap. I am chastened.

I found these in under 30 seconds at the library. I have a question: does this mean the men-running-toward-things-cover-male-genius-moderately-techno-thriller is the spiritual complementary opposite of the woman-running-from-building-cover-gothic-horror-romance (see: Dragonwyck)?

I…I can kind of see this being useful… (not as much as a ding-dang functional printer driver, but it would be helpful in some large-scale layout situations)

Now that we have embedded video here, I decided to be the one to start this round:

I let the cats have my Autumnal door bow as a toy a couple weeks ago and they’d lost interest. I moved it last night and this morning it hadn’t moved, but something sure happened!

Thank you to @lochinvar.bsky.social for the code! From way back at the guestbook in ‘98 through livejournal and the rest; things go wrong, we keep moving. (I do still miss the lj mood hamster.)