I’ve baked two cakes and two loaves of bread so far and they’ve all turned out well. I ate most of the cake but then I saw a very unflattering photo of myself so the bread was only lightly sampled.

Brilliant article, loved it. People love to reveal their stupidity for other stupid people to agree with. Thanks for rebutting the stupid!

I am such a bad artist.
Meanwhile in Fontland ...

Love ‘em

I am Toad.

This is a dance off. If you see this, repost with a dance or get eliminated.

She laughed and said Iggy, you have got a biggy.

Karl Urban, on the other hand…

French Procrastination

What ducks?

“What we really hoped in our soul is that we could...have the world pause and remember that this is a beautiful planet and a very special place in our universe, and we should all cherish what we have been gifted,” —Artemis II astronaut Reid Wiseman. Mission coverage: spklr.io/6001EyN07

Troutman @robotrowboat Boss: Let's put this matter aside for the time being Me: [looking around nervously] Can only you see the time being? Boss: Huh? Me: Is it standing near me? Boss: Who? Me: [on verge of panic attack] The time being 6:33 PM 06 Jan 18

This damn post has absolutely ruined my brain every time I hear someone mention "for the time being." Major kudos to the poster, if I ever meet you in person I will congratulate you and then punch you in the face.

Does he think he’s playing an actual game? Fucking doolally.

Well, an actually productive evening. I’ve finally updated my acting cv after 7 years and replaced the headshot with something more recent which really accentuates my craggy charm.

Now, that I would like.

Liftoff.

NASA's Blue Marble picture of Earth, from 1972

It's only worth going back to the Moon if it makes us look properly again at Earth, and appreciate how beautiful, precious and fragile what we have here is. The most famous images from Apollo aren't about the Moon - they're pictures of Earth. We need to stop taking our home for granted.

If they’re anything like the Federal Liberal party, yes.

How To Be A Fucking Cunt - bound to be a bestseller.

Also, Anne Tyler’s entire bibliography.

It’s finally starting cool down here in SE QLD, so I’m gonna start doing some baking. No sweat in eyeballs, hooray.

The Shipping News

I am the bad sibling, by the way.

My sister is planning a shame bomb. Unfortunately for her I’m now immune to shame (except for not doing the right thing by Mum), so I think I can handle this upcoming dramarama. I’ll report back, maybe.

Article about Tr*mp lying, Shakespeare quote ‘Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!’, Endless Screaming bot AAAAAAAAAAHHH.

Love this trilogy on my phone right now.

Why improve on perfection? The ‘Weird’ movie told me everything I needed to know.

This guy is wearing a Philadelphia shirt , so he knows anyone telling him not to watch sports is only trying to help him.

Lots to unpack in this result. Labor have held primary vote steady despite the unrelenting “majors are bad” narrative from left and right. The Liberals, on the other hand, have been decimated, losing votes everywhere. We should all fear One Nation’s rise👇🏻
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From the Point of View of a Cat This is my Man. I am not afraid of him. He is very strong, for he eats a great deal; he is an Eater of All Things. What are you eating? Give me some! He is not beautiful, for he has no fur. Not having enough saliva, he has to wash himself with water. He meows in a harsh voice and a great deal more than necessary. Sometimes in his sleep he purrs. Let me out! I don’t know how he has made himself Master; perhaps he has eaten something sublime. He keeps my rooms clean for me. In his paws he carries a sharp black claw and he scratches with it on white sheets of paper. That is the only game he plays. He sleeps at night instead of by day, he cannot see in the dark, he has no pleasures. He never thinks of blood, never dreams of hunting or fighting; he never sings songs of love. Often at night when I can hear mysterious and magic voices, when I can see that the darkness is all alive, he sits at the table with his head bent and goes on and on, scratching with his black claw on the white papers. Don’t imagine that I am at all interested in you. I am only listening to the soft whispering of your claw. Sometimes the whispering is silent, the poor dull head does not know how to go on playing, and then I am sorry for him and I meow softly in sweet and sharp discord. Then my Man picks me up and buries his hot face in my fur. At those times he divines for an instant a glimpse of a higher life, and he sighs with happiness and purrs something which can almost be understood. But don’t think that I am at all interested in you. You have warmed me, and now I will go out again and listen to the dark voices. Translated by Dora Round; revised by the editor. Originally published in Intimate Things, 1935.

A friend just sent me this perfect piece by Karel Čapek, trans. Dora Round, ‘From the Point of View of a Cat’.