Hear that, tw? You're the only reason he's here, and if you stop responding to him, he might leave.

RIP Bootsy.

Step 1: Get the border guards very familiar with you and your strange car
Step 2: Start a highly profitable smuggling operation right under their noses

Coincidentally, that's the second super-old-used-car auction I've looked at in recent days. Jello Biafra, lead singer of the punk band Dead Kennedys, is selling his car and getting some publicity for it--and Minifobette is a big fan so I ended up hearing about it.

This Christmas season is almost as bad as Christmas 2020, to me. I keep trying to think more than 10 minutes into the future, and I just can't. All the future things feel simultaneously overwhelming and not real.

I saw a nice post online somewhere that said, basically, "When it happens, you won't actually hear immediately that it's happened. What you'll hear are people cheering, cars honking, unexplained jubilation--and then you'll realize why."

I love Clues by Sam! I play it every day.

Also Omiword by former dwellar Hot Pastrami.

The motion generally starts counter-clockwise for a few turns, then goes clockwise for one turn, then two or three figure-eights through the middle. Then take it out and whack it on the edge of the container three times. (I sat here and did it with my hand in the air several times to be sure.)

Cute!

Clodfobble  -  There is no fucking up Clodfobble

Oh, I assure you there is. Upcoming empty nest + perimenopause + currently stifled writing projects have me pretty well fucked up. 

Wow. It feels like just yesterday that Pilau passed and Carrot was a new baby. I'm sorry. It's rough every time.

I've just realized, from that last angle, how sharp the hill is. Or is that foreshortening, and there's a substantial flat bit between the house and the edge of the slope? Are you going to build steps, a driveway, etc.?

Wow.