Sweets

Two cats have jumped onto a sash window and climbed up under the blind, dislodging it

Working from home proving more stressful than I feel is necessary

The current regime took a week to abolish USAID, which is three times as old and was not in the news every day for brutalizing children

My favorite show, aka "Well to solve this problem we might just have to throw the best ball this town* has ever seen!"
*Ton

I love him

He's tiny and furious I love him!!!!

this is so shitty and senseless and awful

Some of you have forgotten that only three years ago you were perfectly capable of writing a text, writing an email, telling a bedtime story to a child, and it should worry you that powerful companies have convinced us we can’t do things we’ve been doing since the dawn of time.

"they don't know how to express the idea" here's rian johnson's storyboard for knives out

pick up a pencil and a napkin

my favorite thing about the benoit blanc movies is that they aren't really about benoit blanc. he is not grappling with demons from his past. we are not getting flashbacks to the husband whose murder he never solved. he just shows up and does his job like mary poppins for homicides

PRESENT ME: man I wish I had a delicious snack right about now like cake or something

PAST ME: I’ve got you covered look I made all these lentils

Facts!

Great culture can save lives. Literally.

Amazing letter in today’s @thetimes.com about Tom Stoppard

much like Wicked, Avatars are simply none of my business

A gentle reminder—turkeys out of the freezer and into the fridge today.

Wife: What’s Shiv Roy’s poor husband’s name?

Me: Fitzwilliam Darcy. Miserable he may be, but poor he most certainly is not. 10,000 pounds a year and he owns half of Derbyshire.

Wife: Babe. Please. It’s for work.

Me: Ugh blah fine, Tom Wambsgans.

When a chatbot gets something wrong, it’s not because it made an error. It’s because on that roll of the dice, it happened to string together a group of words that, when read by a human, represents something false. But it was working entirely as designed. It was supposed to make a sentence & it did.

Chatbots — LLMs — do not know facts and are not designed to be able to accurately answer factual questions. They are designed to find and mimic patterns of words, probabilistically. When they’re “right” it’s because correct things are often written down, so those patterns are frequent. That’s all.

how happy we’d all be if this was all the internet was for

Lord Peter Wimsey is the narrative voice of The Waste Land.

I know it’s not technically polite, but I love having a conversation with other people who are comfortable with short interjecting interruptions. To me it makes the conversation feel more like something we’re weaving together rather than alternating individual presentations. It feels more alive.

On October 3rd, I’m asking you to register to vote.

zohranfornyc.com/register

dunno who needs to hear this but

Fuck RFK jr and fuck this administration

Here’s the link to file claims in the Anthropic case: www.lieffcabraser.com/anthropic-au...

Hi authors! Please remember to file a claim!

Turkey, a three legged orange cat, lies flat on his back on several blankets on top of an ottoman. His tail and back leg are stretched straight out, and his front paws are vaguely tucked like a bunny. He looks drunk

A close up from above of Turkey the cat as he gets his fluffy chest gently rubbed. He's making air biscuits with his front paws and his head is lolled happily to the side. He can barely keep his pretty green eyes open

He is Up to Stuff

Meet Turkey, an orange tabby cat with white cravat, white paws, one and a half ears, and pretty green-gold eyes. His tail has pronounced white stripes at the tip, and he's growing his fur back after his back left leg was amputated (he's doing great!)

Turkey the cat lies on his left side on an ottoman draped in blankets, his back leg stretched out behind him with his tail wrapped around it, and he makes happy air biscuits with his front paws. His head is tucked upside down and his eyes squeezed shut. He has settled himself right in

Then last week I saw a piece of @jortsthecat.bsky.social merch at the local Animal Care & Control and went "welp, that guy's gotta come home." Anyway here he is: six years old, two months into life as a tripod, longest resident of animal control no more. Meet Turkey, whom I could not possibly rename

Gus the cat sits on a green sofa next to a blue tartan blanket, licking his lips and gazing yearningly and expectantly at an off-camera Churu treat

I knew the house needed someone else besides me in it so I wouldn't drown in despair, but I couldn't and still can't conceive of any creature, human or cat, that could measure up to the standard set by a slightly tyrannical three legged stripey gremlin

Gus the cat lies on his back on a colorful rug, showing off his fluffy white tummy, gray paws, and noticeable absence of back right leg. A dozen of his approximately 300 cat toys are scattered on the floor behind him

I knew I would adopt another cat at some point, but the loss of Gus cut me off at the knees, in the midst of a family situation that can only be described as a slow-moving trainwreck that has no end in sight for years to come. He was my best friend, my comfort without fail

Gus, a lynx point Siamese cat, has draped himself practically across my face while I try to nap on the sofa. He gazes upward with beautiful blue eyes, blissfully unaware that he might be in the way

My best, most perfect, most beautiful, most wonderful boy in the whole world, Gus, passed away July 1 after his cancer returned sooner than I hoped. I was and am filled with grief beyond words. How dare such a small creature leave such a chasm in the world.