A meow

Found in an old textbook of mine. From my days when I was sent to a horrid Independent Fundamentalist Baptist christian school. I think this was 6th grade. Apparently, I was tired of Jehovah. I chose that day to worship Ralph instead. I have been blessed with delicious cabbage ever since.

The Blackwall or the Butlerian Jihad. Can't decide which is the more likely future.

Hoping Warcraft will one day have a peon revolution. With the battlecry of "Work is da poop!" No (old) gods, no masters.

Thank the random goddess that the show Silo was started after the book series was completed. I didn't have to wait years to see how the story would end.

My institution manages to fulfill a guy's lifelong dream of becoming a vampire. He tips us $28 and gives us 4 stars on Yelp. Love the gratitude, bat dude.

Got a job at the cemetery. Boss explaining prices to me. Bulk mausoleums are our cheapest offering. Burying in the ground is the most expensive. Why? Because anything in that ground comes to life in 3 days. If a guy wants traditional burial, they pay for the security detail to stop what comes out.

It's a pity I can't travel now. Feeling the strong urge to find a tourist trap and spend $200 on useless & strange plastic things. I'm playing Two Point Museum. Building the Gift Shop in each museum brings that kid feeling of needing all the souvenirs.

Sissy Bar - Gin and Juice [Los Angeles, CA USA, Indie] (1995) https://redd.it/10dn68v https://youtu.be/eMjWQLCffyU

Walked into the kitchen at midnight to find a raccoon doing her best to break into the cat food container. She stared at me. I stared at her. Then she sullenly walked off. Time to latch the cat door at night. I liked seeing the possums break in for free cat food. But raccoons, no.

Thinking tycoon games should implement an "executive suite" room / building. Ongoing costs of 10% of revenue. Reduces work speed & morale by 5%. But the graphics are very enticing and it gives 10% to an empty stat like "Prestige." Thus many players will build it.

Woke up this morning. Rolled over and told the wife: "The wedding was great. But for some reason, grandpa dressed like a samurai." "Isn't your grandfather dead?" "Yeah, but that wouldn't stop him from coming to the wedding." "Whose wedding?" But I was already back asleep.

Look up in the sky! It's a plane! It's a fursuit! IT'S A PLANE FURSUIT?!?✈️ Strafe is one of the COOLEST suits we've ever made!💥He's an F-14 Tomcat jet with glowing eyes, muscle padding, big wings, tons of minky details, plush engines, AND detachable missiles! 🤯 #fursuit #fursuitmaker #furryfandom

Going mad but very quietly. The madness isn't the least bit interesting. Other people see great wheels of fire in the sky. For me, just catch glimpses of a tasteless celestial marmalade.

Angry Dog Pope with his sleepy brother who's trying to summon the devil. But the devil is taking forever, so there's time to nap with some snacks. #scriptorium

"I'll fix it in post" is what I always say when I see I missed a spot while mowing and decide not to mow it again.

'An Aerial Battle', Blackheath (1940) by Francis Dodd (Imperial War Museum London)

Wish a California criminal defense attorney would do a series on Columbo. Going episode by episode and showing how each murderer would skate due to Columbo violating procedure or only having the most circumstantial evidence.

Always creepy walking past the cryogenic chambers at night. They're in their icy blue coffins. Their still faces visible in little yellow windows. Hundreds in a row. Last night, one had their eyes open. They winked at me.

As I play yet another indie open world game, I'll never cease to be amazed at how the mind can find beauty and grandeur in what is just simple perlin noise.

Sometimes I think it would be fun to write a story set in a world where everything in Chick tracts is true. It would be the grimmest of grimdarks.

Maybe the most fun thing to do in games with a photo mode is to create a dozen photos and then stitch them together into a large landscape. Nothing more fun than seeing the details of cities which have never existed.

Played Transport Fever 2 all weekend. Feeling a weird parasocial connection with whoever did the track laying algorithms. This person is now simultaneously my kindest best friend, and my mocking, utterly mad best friend. I imagine them in Zurich, looking at train tracks, and laughing endlessly.

Opinion by Max McCoy: In 1943 Norman Rockwell painted democracy’s portrait. An editor from Kansas helped make it possible. #ksleg kansasreflector.com/2025/11/23/i...

Trying to reopen the haunted car wash but I discover I must appease the crocodile god first.

Kansas. Standing by the old quarry. Heard owl hoots. The occasional coyote yip. Fortunately, did not hear any footsteps. That's the sort of place where Hitchhiker would show up. Ask you for a light. And then no one would ever see you again.

I love conveyor belt games. But they always give me a headache after a while.

Random screenshot from street view. Felt evocative to me for some reason.

Thinking being a ghost isn't so bad. Would go over to the in-laws house and try to trigger their motion detection lights in a morse code pattern. Encoding something creepy like "I'm alf and i'm here to eat your cats!!" But probably wouldn't work. Mainly because I don't know morse. They don't either

The simplest fix? Work the refs. Try to control the narrative. Don’t subject yourself to questions that would force you to take an unpopular stand. Don’t acknowledge the real trade-off behind the reconciliation bill and the grievous harms it will inflict on Kansans. #ksleg

Dreamed the ghost of David Lynch came to visit. Told me he's partnering with Mark Frost again. This time, they're going to remake Quincy ME. "I think newer generations need a medical examiner," he said in a ghost whisper.

Mega Mecha Bear. The final boss of Medieval Dynasty. Surrounded by a thousand bandits who worship her daily. Guarded by five hundred rabid wisents. Led by a little girl priestess who cries out: "blood for the bear god! honey tarts for me!"

Sometimes, it's all too much.

Taking the trash out. Neighbor is quietly yelling at his cat to come in. "Bubba! Bubba! Bubba! I know you can hear me! Bubbbbaaaa!" Bubba is a handsome orange gentleman. Just gleefully rolling around on the sidewalk and ignoring all mentions of his name.

I think it's now possible to make a poli-sci course that equips one for modern political analysis better than most classic theory and has a syllabus sourced entirely from random internet posts. Text 1. Wilhoit's Law, born as part of a 2018 blog comment crookedtimber.org/2018/03/21/l...

My mother died when I was 2. Had a dream last night that she was still alive. Hidden away with Scientology's Sea Org all these years & decades. She said she was sorry she missed out on everything with me. But she was "Clear" and that made it all worth it.

Every day, I tell my cat: "be a good boy." Then immediately follow with some advice: "don't ever play with guns."

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