Halcyon

A hand holding up a bottle of Arthur Bryant’s barbecue sauce in front of a light-up statue resembling a fountain.

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I’m going to stop calling it the cot/caught merger and start calling it the cock/caulk merger and linguists can’t stop me or else you’re a prescriptivist!

The update you’ve been waiting for: I, a dirty American, have been on the ground in Europe for about 12 hours and I have already been radicalized by food that is locally sourced and actually well prepared.

I’ve also decided that I want to be a miniature horse living under a tree in the Middle of Nowhere, France, surrounded by hedge fences and tiny towns and tiny churches older than the entire United States.

Or maybe the zero minutes of sleep on the plane are catching up to me.

I, a dirty American, have been on the ground in Europe for less than six hours and I have already been radicalized by functional public transit.

This post brought to you by train à grande vitesse.

Good morning. I mean, technically, Doomed Morning Under A Sky Of Roiling Blood, but look it's a rhetorical thing.

A slice of apple pie that has fallen apart on the plate.

Treated myself to some "We Made It Through Waitress Tech" pie. The first slice is about as intact as I feel.

i have an Excel question. does anyone know what formula to use for when you don’t know what to do about anything at all anymore

I need to stop caring about anything other than fourth-tier English football. Fourth tier English football should be the sole focus of whatever remains of my flicker of consciousness.

I have tried that… no dice. Drowning kings forever and always.

Like, I’ve been not caring about the Chiefs since about 2006.

Today (and every day) I would like to reiterate that I didn’t care about the Chiefs before it was cool.

Yay Tess! Go Stars! 💙🌟💙

I, for one, am pretty fond of Canada.

Bird! A blue jay. Sitting on a bent branch of a dogwood tree, the branch mounded with snow, the dappling of late day sunlight behind. The blue jay is in the left of frame, facing right, its tuft slicked back and catching the golden light. In its mouth -- er, it's beak, is the beak its mouth, or is the mouth inside the beak okay never mind whatever -- IN THE BEAK is a peanut. A treasure. A prize. A little snack. The blue jay looks quite pleased at what it is found in the snow -- taken before a squirrel could get it. Photo by me, Chuck Wendig

ANYWAY, sorry, here's a bird. Pause and regard the bird. The bird is happy, for the bird has found a peanut. May we all find the small joy of finding a tasty snack today.

(photo by me)

hungry, but too tired to cook? try an entire bag of frozen edamame. you will certainly not regret eating an entire bag of frozen edamame.

It’s fun trying to find that line between “I need to remain vigilant of the horrors afoot” and also “oh no my heart is racing and my jaw is making weird creaky sounds and I can taste pennies.”

A picture of a brown tabby cat with green eyes wrapped in a fuzzy brown blanket. He is bathed in dim, soft light and is looking attentively at the camera.

In the process of deactivating my accounts elsewhere on the social internet but anyway here’s a picture of my cat