How was your week? We spent two nights with an injured feral cat in our downstairs shower. He's all fixed now (wound-wise and testicle-wise, must to his chagrin I'm sure). He used to come around our porch looking for food whenever we would feed *our* feral cats, but we haven't seen him since his ball-less release. He's probably determined to take his chances licking Flaming Hot Cheeto crumbs and Checkers french fry dregs out of the various construction dumpsters dotting the neighborhood before he'll ever ask us for another nugget of Kroger's finest store brand cat food. Sorry, Nermal, it was for your own good.
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| *Our* porch cats |
Why can't every city do this? Death to cars. Yes to walking, biking, and public transit.
Speaking of public transit. And they say Nashville doesn't have any...
Rick Steves, national treasure.
Well isn't this some great good fun. Peanut butter and pickle is my strange food indulgence, but that far predates this wretched pan-demi-moore we are still trudging through. I also used to really get off on putting a shitload of chocolate syrup in Sprite, or making chocolate milk and then drowning some E.L. Fudge cookies in the bottom of the milk, drinking the milk, then using a spoon to mash up the soggy cookies into a pudding-like consistency. I don't know how I made it to age 18 with teeth and without diabetes.
File under: NO SHIT SHERLOCK
I am shook
Analog Reading:
Finished Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro. Ultimately loved it, but it took a while for me to get into it.
Sped through Beautiful World, Where Are You by Sally Rooney. I know a lot of people love to hate her, and her characters are wildly frustrating, often in very small, petty, navel-gazing ways, but that's what brings them to life and makes the books so satisfying, for me anyway. You can read a work of fiction where the characters are experiencing something vastly different from anything you'll ever go through, and you can be frustrated by their choices and want to scream at them to do things differently, but with Rooney's characters, you can see yourself having the exact same fights and insecurities and root for them to behave otherwise while at the same time knowing fully damn well you'd buy the same ticket on the hot mess express. It's at once validating and depressing.
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