The only winning move is fusen
Friday, November 24th, 2023 Alive 19,204 days

Takayesu may be big, but Annie is quick. Sheʼll run between your legs, and next thing you know — okuridashi.
Takayesu may be big, but Annie is quick. Sheʼll run between your legs, and next thing you know — okuridashi.
Going to the deli makes me sad. It reminds me that I used to always bring home a slab of turkey as a special treat for Henri. He knew when I came through the door with grocery bags that it was special treat time, and heʼd hop up on the kitchen counter and dig through the bags looking for it. He was never a patient creature.
Rest in peace, little friend.
Guys, I gotta go. The cat just barfed on my computer plug.
The magic of work-from-home.
Halloween can be educational. In addition to teaching children about math (candy nutrition labels), geography (mapping out a trick-or-treat route), history (Halloween folklore), and extortion ("Trick or treat!"), it's also possible to learn about physics. The way to do that is with a Halloween bubble light.
I don't know why bubble lights went out of fashion, but showing a child that something that is boiling can still safe to touch is an opportunity to learn about the phases of matter, the elements, boiling points, and all kinds of happy physics and chemistry things.
Also, it's never too early to put up Halloween decorations — if they're educational.
Annie tucks tighter than Thomas Daley in the men's 10 meter synchronized platform event.
This is Snook, the shopcat at Louisiana Music Factory. Heʼs very affectionate when not sleeping in a sunny window, but doesnʼt respond when asked for advice on jazz records.
The lease for my new apartment is very long, but I read the entire document anyway.
It turns out that I am not allowed to let my cat smoke a hookah in the freight elevator.First thing on my to-do list once Iʼm settled: Buy a cat-sized hookah.
Today Annie sat in the bathroom doorway and watched as I cleaned my toilet. So naturally, I felt obligated to clean the cat box next.
I think just got guilt-tripped by a cat.
Todayʼs coffee is Kitty Coffee from Populace Coffee in Bay City, Michigan. Of course, your coffee can be Doggie Coffee or whatever you want, since Populace will print whatever you want on the bag. Upload a photo, and add some text, and youʼre done.
The price is pretty reasonable, considering that itʼs a one-off printing. I think itʼs around $22, including shipping.
That said, even though the coffee is good, this is an operation to avoid. When I shop online, I use a different e-mail address with each merchant. Thatʼs how I know that Populace sold my e-mail address to spammers, and also sold my phone number to text message spammers trying to push coffee grinders on me. This is not how you win a repeat customer.
About the only normal thing these days is the cat. She eats. She poops. She licks herself. All the normal things a cat should do. Sheʼs never been very bright, so she doesnʼt know anything is wrong. The last cat was very empathetic. He knew when something was wrong, and would comfort us. If he heard Darcie cry or yelp or swear, heʼd run to her side. Now she only has me. Itʼs not the same thing.
In the street this afternoon:
Neighbor: Hi, Wayne!
Me: Hey, Peter. Been quiet around your place lately.
Peter: Yeah, we were visiting my mom.
Me: Yeah, Annie told me.
Peter: Isnʼt Annie your cat?
Me: Yeah.
Peter: You talk to your cat?
Me: No, that would be crazy. She talks to me.
Peter: …long pause… Well, I gotta go check on the kidsʼ homework now. See you later!
Darcie says things like this are why his family doesnʼt come to our door for trick-or-treat.
Cleaning the litter box is a lot more festive this time of year, what with all the butt nuggets threaded together with tinsel missing from the tree like the worst Christmas train ever.
Itʼs just not Christmas until the first cat barfs up a ball of tinsel.
I think this is the cat equivalent of a dog drinking all of the water from a Christmas tree stand.
Does anyone know of a good way to control feline flatulence?
Asking for Mr. Fuzzynuts over there.
This is a way better anniversary present than what I got Darcie. Oh, well. Better luck next year, Sweetie.
If you watch the video, wait till the very end to see the cat burp.
Not exactly His Masterʼs Voice, but close enough.
Today I left the house because the cat was being an asshole.
It may be time to re-evaluate how I rank around here.
There should be a word for when youʼre taking a leak, and the cat walks between you and the toilet with his tail raised high, and you end up peeing on your own cat.
I mean other than “Eeeeew.”