A Shiny Blue Thing Collected By A Bird

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Working songs have been femme (and peasant) coded for a long time in Europe. This may have had some influence on why men's working songs, sea shanties were seen as novel.

Anyway, here is a handy guide to getting started with ALT text. It's an important way we can make people with visual impairments or neurological processing issues feel welcome on bluesky. bsky.app/profile/cats...

I moved to a new Taco Bell and took a pay cut, and lost hours. I am now only making around $600/mo from exchanging my labor for a paycheck. I really need new patreons to fill in the gap. Help me become a full time writer again!

Our little bitty town got pedestrian crossing signs with flashing lights installed as part of the state highway repaving project and within the first week someone ran one of the signs down.

Maybe we need these instead.

Update:
I am paying for this intense physical activity.

Thursday night I slept hard.

Friday wasn't too bad until I made the mistake of sitting down for a bit to Do Nothing.
Then my body decided it was time for Advanced Maintenance and Repair Procedures.

Slept hot and sweaty and sore all night.

To be fair, that's pretty much the intended effect.

You mean Dances With Wolves In Space?

Picked up the very small box of carbonized dog today.

The red hat brigade HATE him with an unbridled hate. They hate everything he does.

Where there's still a campaign sign for 2024, there's often a Pritzker Sucks sign. That they paid for.

They're afraid of him.

(alt text which was missing: a beautifully made graphic of Gojira against a red background)

I love this.

A small round lidded pot with a frog shaped knob on top, decorated with incised botanical motifs

A globe shaped closed form pot with a groove pressed in the side to facilitate cutting the lid free

Wedged about 100 lbs of clay today, in 2 hours.

Very therapeutic, slam wedging all that cut up reclaim to Skinny Puppy and then to NIN once I had it homogenized enough to do spiral and rams head.

Then I did sgraffito on a trimmed pot, and threw some things.

Photo of a lawn at night with a few leafless trees, brightly lit with lights, shrouded by heavy fog

View of a college campus on a very foggy night looking towards the fog shrouded parking lot and bright lights illuminating the dog

So it was Zombie Weather tonight, which looked awesome on campus but made the 45 mile drive home take an hour and a half.

High quality squeezle content, thank

I might be that cenobite. Or i was until we figured out I can't eat eggs.

I ruined a car.

IMO, yes, because domme work is also sex work even when there's no sexual contact or content whatsoever.

Gas prices went up by 50 cents a gallon while I was in class.

Profit has to happen first, I guess.

A glazed ceramic sculpture of a blue whale next to several mugs and a dish

Also the little whale doodle from the end of last semester got fired and glazed, and I'm going to epoxy him back together.

Sorry about the noise, the HVAC in the ceramics class is hilariously noisy (to the point we joke that it's haunted) and the kiln was running.

I'm very pleased with how this cup came out. Pretty good for decorating one of the cylinders that wasn't tall enough to make a mug.

I have two partial bags of kibble and four days worth of frozen homemade chicken/pumpkin/potato/veggie stew. Half a box of dog biscuits.
After that: Washing and putting away the dog beds, which will break me.

Removing the barricades we'd had to put up for her safety so she didn't get lost or stuck somewhere in our not very big house.
I need to figure out what to do with her food.

Putting the dog bowls in the dishwasher with no plan for where to put them afterwards.
Feeding the cats and realizing that there's nobody to eagerly lick their bowls clean, not that Zoe had felt up to that for days now.

Started to do the cleanup after making dinner, washing the throw rugs that need it, throwing out all the unused but walked on potty pads, tossing the uneaten bowl of kibble that was the first sign something was really wrong, clearing away the dog food station in the kitchen.

Went to my afternoon class and then election judge training.
The first because I couldn't bear to go home to do the cleaning up after the end of a life and the second because I couldn't reschedule it.

It's been going on for YEARS, too. Spouse has been out of the Marines for more than a decade, and I distinctly recall him complaining about people like this.

really wish we’d done something about these violent religious extremists in positions of great power sooner

The only thing sadder than a collar without its dog is going home with that empty collar in your hands to clean up the end of a life.

I was radicalized by a kind elderly Presbyterian minister in a brightly colored cardigan who played with puppets and told me that people could like me exactly as I am and that everyone is different and that's great and we should like them exactly as THEY are.