Emily

Palmdalesians! Come get your Jorts the Cat merch today!

It sounds like the latest character from Splatoon.

A nighttime scene. A the center is a black and white tabby cat with bright green eyes. They are standing on a narrow stump with leaves at the bottom. The cat is surrounded by a number of glowing goldfish.

My birthday landed on a Caturday! Its a little funny. Anyhow I need to be more online, It’s too hard to stay inspired alone. You can’t only draw for work.

Thank you for the support everyone. This year there will be *new* art to look forward to.

At least 11 Seven-spotted Ladybeetles are sunning in leaf litter.

Lots of ladybug activity waking up from their winter diapause in leaf little and messy corners of our yards. Try to find the ones that are not Seven-spotted as those will be our native ones. #bugs

I’ve done enough of that by now though! I’ve still got boxes to unpack but they’re waiting for some shelving units …

The past few weeks have been so busy and stressful now I’ve actually moved house I don’t know what to do with myself!

The wiggly ears!

I’m 100% sure that this is someone’s fetish in the Pokémon world. 99% sure it’s someone’s fetish in this world.

a four-panel stick-figure cartoon panel one: three standing figures. from left to right, a guy wearing a necktie looking at his phone, an angry MAGA guy yelling FUCK YOUR FUCKIN POST FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU, and a rando just standing there like an NPC. panel two: the guy looking at his phone shows MAGA guy his hand, causing MAGA to vanish. the word Block hangs in the air where fuckface once was. a green-bordered in-game message appears, reading "+2 Mental Health." now the rando is suddenly interested. panel three: as our man continues doom-scrolling, a sly grin on his face, the rando on the right puts on a punch-me face and snarls: "Typical lefty, blocking everyone who disagrees with-" panel four phone guy shows the hand to punch-me face, causing the rando to vanish. the word Block hangs in the air where that dickhead was. a green-bordered in-game message appears again, reading "+2 Mental Health."

I think part of the reason I don’t like capitalist dystopias in science fiction (aside from the fact that they’re not very fictive these days) is because I cannot believe that they are sustainable. You can’t project the same system a century or two into the future without it changing in some way.

Adorable

They don’t make them like they used to. It’s a sad state of affairs when a thirty year old truck is superior to any modern offering.

TFW you wake up from your nap feeling sleepier than before

A black-and-white cat, staring slightly downward with wide yellow eyes

Cute face, but this is his hunting face

Why must other people keep having my excellent ideas years before I do!?

Random idea: fantasy world with hobbits but it gradually becomes apparent that the hobbits have emerged from an underground bunker and it’s actually the post-apocalypse.

… this might actually just be Fallout?

If you think about it being exoskeletal means that ants come pre-wrapped in a gimp suit.

I don’t think it’d fix them, because some of this is past fixing and it’s time for Whole Man Disposal Services … but I do think if they got into some sort of craft hobby it would help. The human animal longs to make things!

Multiple woodworking projects in the garage that you’ve been working on for years

I’m picturing “RUM, BUM, LASH” on a cross-stitch or throw pillow a la “LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE”.

Whedon went on from Firefly to make Dollhouse, which I think is probably an indication of where he was heading.

Socially responsible luxury!

You can get a bread making machine?

I suspect that like “prison queer” or “war queer” it’s when you get a large amount of men together with no women around and they start having sex with each other. The British Navy was once famed for “rum, sodomy, and the lash”.

Good gracious, it is currently 27 degrees indoors. That is Too Hot.

I am in a good mood! It feels rather foreign tbh.

Two cats stretched out asleep on a grey bedspread. The closer one, Fidget, is a longhaired black and brown tuxedo cat with white whiskers. Her head is turned towards the camera. On the corner of the bed Oreo, a small silver tabby, is in a semi-loaf position looking away from the camera. He is not quite long enough to call a baguette. Perhaps one might call him a ciabatta.

IMPORTANT NEWS: Both cats are now sleeping on my bed!

Chorps

Aaah this is lovely

I desire cornéd chip