Good morning, y’all. It’s a gray Tuesday. The cats are doing cat things. I want the coffee to make me feel human (but not too much). We enjoyed our Monday at home. Shawshank puttered, and we had brunch. The cats did cat things. Podrick decided Shawshank’s hands are acceptable, so Shawshank was the recipient of…
Morning. It’s Wednesday, the hump of the week. Once more, it’s been a ✨morning✨. Naturally, this ✨morning✨ followed a ridiculous afternoon. I used the morning to build a simple HTML/JavaScript teleprompter. My robot slave spat out 40-something suggested lines of dirty talk inspiration, which I used to build myself script, since I can not be…
Good morning, world. What’s the haps? It’s fucking Canada Day, and Shawshank has the day off. Unlike yesterday, I didn’t get to sleep in. Podrick popped into bed around 5am for a Canada Day cuddlefest. He curled up under the blankets with me for a while, with me trying to sleep while he snuffled in…