Sarah Kite

two 9x13 glass baking dishes of enchildas

I made chicken and turkey enchiladas: the one on the left just came out of the oven

Daryl, I’m revisiting your reply because the cover that Tony Bennet is doing right now on a used CD I got is WAY too “upbeat jazz hands”

imo, if the cover of Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas isn’t tinged with sadness and longing, that musician didn’t understand the assignment

my tabby cats Nina (foreground) and Ivan (out of focus in background) consorting around the newly placed Christmas tree next to the wall in a corner of the livingroom before I add the lights. they both look very serious, like they’re about to drop a the folk-punk album of the year

livin dat tree life dontcha know

head and shoulders pic of my tabby cat Nina, turned to glance in my direction immediately after being caught gently batting at a Christmas tree ornament. lit tree with ornaments in background

“No, I WAS NOT batting the purple ornament”

[narrator: she was]

big wheel of parmesan cheese next to a bunch of other big wheels

Big Parma

Captain and Tennille and Kalashnikovs

A dungeons and Dragons looking Talon holding a sphere

"Here's your stupid peace prize, dick."

Plummeting into the dark lore that is known by those most devoted to Captain and Tennille fandom.

Growing up, laundry detergent ads always talked about separating clothing “colors from whites” and “keeping your whites white”

And while I know about how colorfastness has vastly improved in fabrics, it retrospect this language feels so racist-coded

#Pantone

Christmas trees are the ultimate enclosure enhancement for house cats

My friend marmalde who is, god love her, a fat little orange cat plump for the winter

Marmalade update: theyre calling her the oerfect man

my two tabby cats, Nina in the foreground, Ivan in the background, lying under the undecorated Christmas tree

the little dears

The lyrics of Santa Claus Is Coming To Town prepared my generation well for living under a police state, but Elf On A Shelf is just inviting a cop into your home for an entire month. That’s a horrible thing to do to a child

my tabby cat Nina snoozing on the tree skirt under an undecorated Christmas tree

Thanks Chris! Here’s another I took just this very minute:

my tabby cat Nina under the Christmas tree, lying on the tree skirt and lifting her head up to sniff at the branches

Nina, enjoying her new tree

Ivan, weighing his options.

(We always leave the tree bare for a day or two so the cats can enjoy having it plain for awhile)

Ace Frehly is laughing his ass off in the spirit realm

Remember that when Newsom says "culturally normal" he's talking about these freaks' culture

Cat blurred in mid-jump, with Christmas tree to the right of image, looking to be its destination. (However, the photo is misleading in that the cat was jumping to a side table (not pictured.)

🎶 oh no
oh no
oh no no no no no no

Christmas trees are the ultimate enclosure enhancement for house cats

hahahahahaaaaa

Laundry product called “White Revive”

I always kind of give this stuff a sidelong glance.

Also, never in my *adult-on-my-own* life did I ever have enough white clothing to make up a “white load”

Growing up, laundry detergent ads always talked about separating clothing “colors from whites” and “keeping your whites white”

And while I know about how colorfastness has vastly improved in fabrics, it retrospect this language feels so racist-coded

#Pantone

I remember way back in the early 2000s, a news story about how Netflix’s movies-by-mail service was saving the USPS.

Then in 2002, Netflix went public and they’ve been shitting the bed ever since.

What a dismal week for lovers of both cinema and humble postal delivery

In regards to the Paul Dano thing:

Any time Tarantino fucks up and gets his ass handed to him, I’m smiling

Could have had desalination, got infinite surveillance instead.

I remember way back in the early 2000s, a news story about how Netflix’s movies-by-mail service was saving the USPS.

Then in 2002, Netflix went public and they’ve been shitting the bed ever since.

What a dismal week for lovers of both cinema and humble postal delivery

I’ve only seen this version once, but are they implying that The Grinch was the product of a previous Swingers’ Party hookup? And the stork left those horny Whos to figure it out for themselves?