The t-shirt on the Future costume should feature a large middle finger…

Philly used to know what to do with robots…
Poor Hitchbot

I keep my cash between the pages of my pocket notebook.

Ah, the classic good guy with a flashlight story.

Which reminds me… The best thing about giving your pet people names, is eventually somebody with that name will become a fixture in your life and then you get to refer to them as “Human Dave” and still call the pet Dave.

I do recall that my coworker’s son got himself wedged between the stove and fridge, so #3 is plausible for Human-Jennifer.

Spell of toes curling

Friend mentioned that when a similar thing happened at his University, the frats just had “gatherings” instead of “parties” and that was ok with the administration… (probably decades ago, so a slightly different environment)

I can’t remember where the important thing is because I have a huge mental map of all the things that might come in handy one day…

I think she just made the classic rookie mistake of swallowing a whole rat before the press conference; tail was probably still in her throat.

I recall my friend’s brother being proud that he carried his pregnant wife out of the house during the big Northridge earthquake here in Los Angeles, but he was Winnie the Poohing it with a #4, so immediately had his ego deflated.

…but, louder.

When I moved from the Northwoods of Wisconsin to Los Angeles (Burbank), a lot of changes were to be expected… The one I didn’t expect was the total lack of thunder n lightning despite rain storms that would flood the streets. I think I was out here at least 6 years before I heard any thunder and that was a one-time event. Been here for almost 29 yrs now, and I can probably count the number on one hand.

This is the way

Ya, I’m kinda torn… All the things you mention, but then there’s my ADHD which makes objects disappear from existence if I don’t see them.

Yay. Spent a lot of time taming the barn cat kittens so they could get homes when I was a kid…

Looks like a young version of our FuzzButts. We finally nabbed him off of the street about a year ago. He’s FiV+, so is somewhat isolated from our other cats. He’s still working on getting properly socialized with humans, but is a big sweetheart when he does relax. Can’t find a pic, but I did find this short vid of a mocking bird pulling his tail when he was still outside.

One of my favorite versions of This Land by Las Cafeteras (just because I’m sure it upsets certain folks to hear Latinos singing the song) https://youtu.be/dS0OQ9HP3Oo

The wilds; they call… Pretty sure I could be a happy well-adjusted hermit, but my wife and family keep me from running off to amass my racoon army. I focus my energy on creating a backyard jungle that lets me pretend that I’m not trapped in suburbia.

Oh, wow! twinsies