I’m currently visiting someone in the hospital and watching their roommate unironically eat a lunch of chilli while playing (and singing along to) Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire.”

My dance of choice? The mash — the monster mash. (It’s a graveyard smash!)

Parker, inspecting my haircut.

I truly don’t understand folks who rawdog it through life with their “silence unknown callers” function turned off.

Big scorpio rising energy for me, it seems.

I love telling people that I’m going to go take a shower by mangling French and announcing that I’m going to go douche my corpse.

A glass balcony a few hundred meters above the a mountain canyon is a decent enough spot for a selfie, I suppose.

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Number 1 of all time: Six Feet Under. Followed by X Files 30 Rock Fringe Penny Dreadful Any of the Star Treks

Now simmering this autumnal potion, which does contain spices but has no relation to 🎃

“Making plum butter” is: 1. A metaphor for some undefined but highly licentious activity, and 2. The task I’m undertaking later this evening to use up a bunch of overripe stone fruit.

That thing when someone you know spiralled into being a born again Xtian after a bad breakup, resolving to not be gay because of his new religion, then coming to his senses 3 years later but pretending the last 36 months never happened.

Post something random, or you’ll have an awful October!

Post something random, or yo’ll have an awful October!

It was one of those days when, while out for my walk, random strangers talked to me, babies kept on smiling at me from their strollers, and a series of neighbourhood cats and sparrows followed me around. How is one supposed to brood melancholically under these conditions‽

If you see this, post a bridge (Of course I had to do Tower Bridge.)

Behold the (delicious) abomination that I have wrought.

I have both apples and plums to use up, so I’m going to violate the laws of nature by making an apple plum pie. 🥧 🌸🍎

Today, I randomly flashed back to when I was seeing a young amateur opera singer who gifted me copies of his own CD and headshots for my birthday. I will never not giggle about that.

“Dad, you definitely overstepped this tea.” (Slept like poo last night and needed that tannin-filled slap in the face to get at it.)

So… cocktails up in heaven later?

You know what my favourite part of cooking with wine is? *Burps lightly*

I’m coming to a point in my life where old acquaintances who were massive bags to me in high school are reaching out for sundry career and life help, and I am having to decide how magnanimous I’m going to be.

I plan to be interred in an Egyptian-revival stone pyramid tomb, attended by professional mourners in flapper dress.

Parker likes it when I give him horsey rides on my shoulder.

People don’t seem to know how to relax anymore. (I’m a ‘78 kiddo, so maybe this is my most Xennial complaint?)

I’m having my first cup of Tibetan butter tea ever right now and I have to say, the taste and texture is best described as “challenging.”

I joined a group chat filled with straight people, and now I’m getting endless couple fall photoshoots with the men caressing their spouses’ baby bumps. Pray for me. 🍂

Les cheveux sont coupés 💇‍♂️

I often know when someone has fallen into a demagogical rabbit hole when they do out-of-character things like referring to “good Christian role models,” even though they haven’t darkened the door of a church since 1985.

Yesterday, I completed a silly little task that I’ve been putting off for months. Please applaud (lightly).

I used a mechanical grinder instead of a mortar and pestle for my spices and, with apologies to my traditionalist ancestors, I don’t think I can ever go back.

I’m now of the age when I calculate the price per ml before deciding which shampoo to buy. (Younger me, while financially less stable, would be aghast.)

My favourite goblin.

A “professional lady” hanging out in the alley said I looked cute today. So watch out, world.

Kitchen helper

I suppose I should learn what a Labubu is, so that I can then divine why they have drawn the ire of the evangelical satanic panic people.

Sometime ago, some friends and I had a summer tea party. 🫖 🎩

Them: I love your apple crumble! What’s your secret ingredient? Me: Blood 🩸 Them: You’re so funny! Me: Sanguis est vita! 🦇 (I inevitably slice my finger during some part of any given cooking or baking process)

Rewatching the X-Files and giggling over those season 1 fashions.

My hubby @blushboy.bsky.social is turning 32 (for the 20th) time today! Happy birthday, my love! 🎂 🎉

New DnD concept: A necromancer oenophile who uses undead labour to help run his vineyard.

Some Wuyi-grown Tie Luo Han on this crisp Saturday morning #tea

Ever meet someone and find their (for want of a better word) aura so repellent that you have to leave the area immediately?

Building a wee website for a client today, and thinking back to the days when I had to write HTML/CSS using a text editor (notepad).

The province I live in has elected to ban some modern classics from public schools, so naturally I had to go to my favourite local used book store to buy at least one of these titles to read.

I tried a new thing today at a trendy local cafe: Espresso and tonic. I should have know better.

Someone much wiser than I once told me that you should never ask or expect more from someone than they can reasonably give. I think about that a lot.

End of summer.

Someone at work just IM’d me at 8:02 am, on this, the Friday before a long weekend.