A neighborhood cat gets silently judgy about my parking abilities.

I’m geeked up on that pure Na’vi yayo while an eight foot tall goth cat gf cuts me. I’m high off that Pandora Payakan talking directly to the ancestors. We sipping pure Tulkun brain goo. That Mangkwan coochie got me waging war on Eywa. I’ve died. I will die again. This shit ain’t nothing to me man.

Woke up extra early to start on a work thing before my day gets eaten up by an appointment, only to get a "lol they're de-locking that ep, standby" right as I got finished rendering/exporting.

Early morning in the West Village.

Flag near the dog park really popped against the snowy backdrop.

Already exhausted, but I got some gifting done and had an apple fritter the size of a hub cap. Randy's Donuts is not cussing around.

Santacon is happening tomorrow, on the same day as when the one spot I need to get to has their subway service cut for the weekend.

The number of films I've cancelled tickets/reservations on this year is depressing. No/low time/energy/$.

There's got to be a warmer place to hangout when it is in the 20s.

So bizarre that I can't get Drive to load in Chrome, but in Safari it's as swift as I need it to be.

Hour before my shift starts, I have to put out a fire due to the previous job's access being shut off. (I'm essentially doing the same things for the same people, but without server access to move/fix things)

@alexnavarro.bsky.social I saw this and immediately thought that you were the exact target audience. nineteeneightyeight.com/collections/...

Halfway through this slowcooker recipe's cook time and everything smells too good.

Rent's paid.

That's a wrap on Pacific Drive. Worth it just for the lighting system. Desperate races against time towards the faintest glimmer of a way out in the middle of the night.

Netflix: We've got Michael Bay's films, make sure they have "Just kiss already!" thumbnails.

*nervously wolfing down a sugar cookie, sweating profusely* I uh- I might be featured in Nikkei in the near future.

The No Country for Old Men pic look like a hardcore band reunion where u gonna die in the pit on a Tuesday nite.

Hm, with employment up in the air, I better be extra frugal until the next gig is lined up. Good thing this isn't the time of year where every business I care about has a big sale.

After almost five years with conglomco, the company decided the best thing they could do in their restructuring is to wipe my entire department and start from scratch elsewhere. I'm funemployed at the end of the month. I've been living with low grade stress that it could happen any day for YEARS.

My neighbors, Goofus and Gallant.

Someone at work, payroll related (!), wants to talk to me. I have been trying to compel them to call me since noon. Allegedly by 6pm, they maybe might call me.

The post team trying to suss out when the execs will bounce out of the office for their holiday vacation marathon while the rest of us continue to work.

Cookies secured.

Sif - watercolour and acryla gouache

Cover version of MacArthur Park giving +2 Spirit damage to everyone in earshot.

Settlement money is allegedly hitting this week. My response to the company:

The building had people come in to fix something in April~May, then in August they came back to fix it again with the right part, then in October they came back only to realize they had already fixed it but never updated the Fixed list. ...and guess what? Tomorrow they come back.

Real fine, tiny flakes falling out there.

That's a wrap on The Outer Worlds 2. Feeling mixed at the moment, but when it works best, it gives a palpable sense of "What a waste" as you move through a senseless war.

*in a straight-jacket, shouting through bared teeth* YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! THERE IS A BACKPACK! RELEASING! THIS WEEK! IN JAPAN! I NNNEEEED TO KNOW ABOUT IT! *the door slot is shut, I continue shouting, muffled*

"Whoa hey sorry but uh are you free today? On your day off? Right now? Like right now? For a non paid/favor shift?"

All is Sal, apparently.

One thing about getting deep into portage is that at some point, if you click on the wrong site, you slide from something for normal use to bags/slings that are designed to keep guns. Buddy, if you need a casual bag to keep a gun handy, instead of a holster, you've made some Choices.

What doing anything with other people feels like these days.

Spooky season painting No. 5: Blade

*stares at skeleton for sale* I guess it's another incursion into brooklyn this weekend. *deep sigh*

Happy 3rd birthday, SIGNALIS

I painted ur dog

ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔭𝔰𝔢 𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 Seen near Quapaw, Oklahoma.

The WFMU Record Fair is Coming! We’ll be returning to the Metropolitan Pavilion for a two-day fair on Saturday and Sunday November 8 and 9. The Pavilion is located in the Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan, at 125 West 18th St. Advance tickets are available here: www.eventbrite.com/e/wfmu-recor...