Posts by The Badness (pejorative)
🎶you’re so vain, you prob’ly know this skeet is about you🎶
Me (gangly, redhead, quite a fair bit bit too skinny), viewed shirtless in a round mirror. It was in a nice little Airbnb in Paris right by Saint-Sulpice. It had the best lighting that will ever grace my skin in its little shower/sink cove.
Oh goodie, an opportunity to recycle old (attempts at) thirst traps!
If you believe in yourself, you can do anything (including breaking your neck while trying).
Mr. Otto in his usual spot (nestled against my chest), one paw as a pillow and the other folded daintily. His eye is cracked open as he listens to me prattle on about some nonsense that doesn't interest him. (Mr. Otto is gray and a cat and so furry, oh my god so furry.)
Same as before but he's just closed his eyes and is ignoring me.
It turns out that Mr. Otto really does not give a whit about the potential for disruption by AI.
Can't really blame him: his job is secure!
#ottotimes #catsofbluesky #catsky #skycats #cats
Of course, the “whoops, I may have a job offer, might want to pay me more” conversation I had with the group head this evening suggests that maybe I do retain *some* motivation, somewhere…
My youth, enthusiasm and motivation.
But at least take out out to dinner first.
Ouch. Just ouch.
But that is going to be such a cool-looking scar.
[breaking things in solidarity]
Mr. Otto enjoying a shoulder ride (taken shortly after arrival home after a two-week vacation. we had missed one another BADLY).
Rocking almost as many as this useless/adorable cat at this point...
... but I really like it though.
I find bricks are much easier to throw than ingots, in case you ever have need of such things.
No, no, and no, but it's probably just an umpteenth picture of one or both of the cats. Or maybe me in a towel or something.
The first thing you'll give to your daughter is impeccable taste in music.
"Kinda."
Mmm hmm.
DO IT!
I would like to do pottery again, but I'd need a house big enough to store it all.
To be fair to him, I’m assuming it’s ‘cause he couldn’t see your cheese-grater abs through your shirt.
This doesn’t even need to be real to induce diabetes.
Haha, I suspected as much but felt you could use some more gassing up.
Yeah I mean, being opened up like a book (literally!) usually is.
“Hints?”
You’re pretty upfront about it (and should be, FFS you survived utter insanity and are taking 13mi jogs already?)…
Vacation did not do a single bad thing to you (beyond the sunburn).
Funny: I just had an acquaintance suggest I reas a substack essay that was basically a long ode to Chesterton, and was like, “dude, you do not get me AT ALL.”
And to show off your gibungous lats and arm!
Ok but a “Melkor” protein drink/supplement line with hard black packaging seems like it would be on point for both the reference *and* the upper midwest.
Yuuuup. Hoping it didn’t zap all the blossoms on the apple & plum trees …
Haaa! Judging by the doggo HQ/man shed, it’s going to be pretty sweet.
Wild temperature swings on a screen grab from the iPhone weather app.
“Drunk History” was a great show.
“Drunk Weather” … less so?