I like to think that every time we make our little sarcastic lawyer jokes about these things, we're helping to poison the Google AI summary well.
In that spirit, yes, "actual malice" is a famously low burden to overcome in 1A law. It's just a declaration you make: "I DECLARE ACTUAL MALICE!"
What, ho? (Am I using this correctly?)
I have a little life hack/tip for ya. It's ABLD: Always Be Lying Down. If you're sitting or standing, people will ask you to do things. If you're lying down, they'll think you're resting or dead. Dead people can't do favors.
Sounds like I need to play Resident Evil 7. 😂
I want a horror franchise rooted entirely in a sinister interpretation of Olive Garden's "When you're here, you're family."
If this were posted by anyone else, I'd think, "Maybe a stray, but definitely not feral." But I absolutely believe a feral kitty would expose the belly to you. 🥰
I think I can help clear up the confusion.
They never wanted ALL teen pregnancy to end. They only wanted the white cheerleaders to stop getting pregnant and ruining the squad's chances of making it to nationals. I'm only kinda kidding.
Gonna try doing a thing or two or three...
Wish me luck. 🥳
Gonna put this out there in hopes that acknowledging it will...idk...help🤷♀️
I am stuck. Super duper inertia. Big time rut. Surprisingly, though, my overall mental health is great. Not at all mopey, just very, very rest-y.
Currently fighting the urge to analyze/diagnose it...
Two whole days before the deadline is actually 14 years before the deadline in neurodivergent time. 😁
Husband (neurotypical) and I (HA!) decided he'd take over filing the taxes a couple of years ago.
Tonight, I asked whether he'd thought about doing them yet, and uh, yeah, they're done. Been done. Done and dusted. They are fascinating characters, these neuorotyppies.
A doctor. Definitely not the October "Turn the Other Cheek" image from Craig Ansley's Sexy Jesus calendar.
My doctor showing me where the steroid shot goes. Yes, I reported him.
holy shit he actually conceded
folks, they tell you they’re invincible
they tell you they’re inevitable
they tell you that you should give up and stop fighting
and absolutely none of that is true
This is how Bruce Springsteen opened his concert in Los Angeles last night. 🔥🔥
Footage from @margaret_nagle on Threads.
New rule:
If you email me that my "payment is due," without also telling me that yes, I have autopay scheduled for the statement balance, and that balance is (fill in the blank here), I get to rename your company. Anything I want. Nobody has time for this, Weinerfartbutt, Incorporated.
Just a baby 😊
I needed this.
Fun fact about Bean:
All crinkly items must be given to Bean for screening before going in the trash. Her absolute favorite crinkly is an empty Trolli bag. She especially loves to bring us crinkly gifts while we sleep. I'm sure I'll wake up to this bag in the bed tomorrow. 😁
I am giddy at the thought of all the worst people in the world (aka, the current administration) having to listen to this [redacted] whine about how "they're so corrupt, they wouldn't even let [him] speak."
Elfo wouldn't even wait for me to finish putting all the felt pads on it. Socks took a few days. Luci and Bean are still only occasionally taking a few steps on it at a time. Tiger and Ellie aren't interested. I got mine from here: onefastcat.com/products/cat...
Keep going, friends. ❤️
It would be wrong of me not to share this video of Socks on the cat wheel today:
Trying to teach my blind cat, Tiger, to operate the wheel, but he's too busy being, well, cat.
(He actually walked quite a bit until I grabbed the phone to film. 🙃)
This one's Bean ☺️
Black cat lounging in front of yellow rose diptych by Sarah Creasman.
Black cat seated in front of paintings
Pro tip: Buy art that makes you happy, and make room for cat to lounge in front of said art. Then, wait.
(Paintings by Sarah Creasman Barnett, represented by www.mthrshpgallery.com in Dallas)
I went to law school with Sarah, and had NO IDEA this was what she meant by her "background in art." 😭
Socks stole a corn cob months ago. He ran off with it and hid. It's nowhere to be found. If he didn't look like this, I might have gotten mad about it. I do occasionally shout, "Where is that damn CORN COB, Socks?" in his general direction though.
My May 2025 bottle-fed truck bed orphan, Socks, sure has come a long way, too. 😊
Hard to believe that's the same Elfo we found hiding under metal roof panels in May 2024.
Well, it happened. Shit got even cuter here.
Oh wow, Collin, "a celebrity"??? You can't tell them apart can you? That's what this. It's Chip, Collin. This one's Chip...
I think.
