AA just reminded me that I’m flying to NY on Monday and damned if I have made the merest mote of a plan for the outside (my unreasonable) working hours time there.
So, I have weekend “plans” now, which are to figure out actual plans.
Airplane hungry is a unique category of desperation.
Adorable gray cat lying on a pair of jeans (these contain knees, and are arranged into a convenient lap). Both front paws raised and folded, inviting belly runs (belly not pictured).
Mr. Otto wouldnlike you to know that, if you are stuck working after hours on a Friday, he is with you in spirit.*
*if you are offering treatsies, he will be with you in body with all due promptness.
#ottotimes #catsofbluesky #catsky #skycats #cats #fcf
You'd better not, unless you're adopting the English usage. And even that's a "maybe we'll allow it."
You sure you have enough gray market buyers for all the extra copies you’re about to get?
*hinges your uns*
The long arc of history bends towards CAFFEINE.
(and a tidy bed.)
Not sure if it was the vaccines or the fact that I was reduced to having a couple of protein bars for dinner so I could make it to the art on time.
Got penetrated*, sucked** and tied up*** yesterday and now I feel like day-old hash browns.
*by needles.
**as in, my blood. ‘twas stolen from me. au voleur!
***tourniquet
I would make coffee (I *like* making coffee!) but, well, (a) I already did today and eve I have an upper limit, and (b) wouldn’t help you any because it’d be stone cold by the time I could get it to you.
(not making your bed for you for free, though.)
This was unexpectedly satisfying to watch.
Fuzzlump (gray, cat, lots 'o fur, OTTO!), nestled on my chest (you can see chest, covered by clothes, and hand. nothing else.) for pets.
Furrrrrrriday!
#Ottotimes #catsofbluesky #catsky #skycats #cats #FCF
False advertising is a scourge of the restaurant industry.
👏Save👏that👏for👏after👏
Now you can save them as drafts and come back to further and further hone them until they are worn down to bare nubbins, just vowels and emotion.
“Like” isn’t quite the right sentiment but I’m heartened to hear that it’s not as bad this time as last.
Palette and Chisel, I am *telling* you!
(and if you want to stare at a naked person who you’re *not* about to boink, they do that almost every evening. you’re just supposed to make like you’re drawing a picture of the person.)
And sk we end: with a drawerrring!
Sketchy charcoal portrait of the lower half of a woman’s face.
Drawing pad and sketchbook open to blank pages.
And so we begin.
Diet starts right now, to judge by my stomach’s reaction to that … thing.
So, some may say that there are too many cookbooks out there, and they are clearly wrong for the following reasons:
[i don’t actually have any besides curiosity and an irrational desire for more dust-gathering kitchen gadgetry.]
Face by an angel, body by GODDAMN.
Wax for backs, cracks ‘n sacks.
1: What are you going as for Halloween?
2: Myself.
1: That’s not a real costume!
2: Just wait.
[axe murders ensue.]
- fin
SO much more elegant than, “I hate them for making me hate them.”
Fighting on the floor in Congress is just continuing with the theme of bringing back all of the dumbest parts of the 19th century. Just that it’s barehand now because who uses a cane any more?
I need to replace mine, which fell victim to my being over-ambitious with a summer squall.
