The suite life of Kar et alia

So, wait, obsessively comparing crowd sizes is cool now?

Remembering what would have been the 41st birthday of a long gone friend. Gone so long it's hard to know if they would have liked a song that's crushing me thinking back on moments we spent together. "I lose a bit of myself laying out eggshells."

Me run away from my problems? When I'm shaped like this? - Cathy Guisewite (probably)

Is this well fitting, new-to-me, seemingly unused treds having thrifted pair of running shoes going to help me temporarily and habitually run away from these outside of my control problems? Not until this body shapes up from producing runner's cramps to runner's highs.

Welcome home, ghost follower.

Not an organizer, sorry. He was a liaison between organizers and the university administrators.

Our opinions can diverge on what line we're on, but somewhere in our version of the Niemöller poem a person has been renditioned and threatened with green card revocation and deportation for organizing protests and we're not speaking.

Ok, hear me out: is unethical nonmonogamy the main character of the Office US?

Brain bribe in progress

Finding vegetable seeds from before the turn of the century is all fun and games before you realize you graduated a year before they were packaged. Maybe you stop calling them ancient seeds the minute you think about the thirtieth coming up next year.

Ok brain, I know it's 0 degrees and we are blanketed by a foot of snow, but, uh, here's three forsythia cuttings... truce?

When you're a fan of the guess the cotyledon game and you organize objects on spreadsheets for fun. First glance: we knew these were the broccoli sprouts; and by orientation, the cell underneath must be the first signs of okra.

Always be sowing - in chaos or tranquility - find a way to keep growing.

Grant me the courage to change the things I can and enough houseplants to continually repot to help me look past how little agency I have.

Oh, hello bald eagle sighting a quarter mile from my house in the downtown area of a small city. You nesting here this spring?

Maybe I need to own up to feeding my feelings being my aesthetic for the past few months, but neko atsume 2 didn't need to come at me like this:

We're so anthropocentric we call a bird that lives in my area year round the snow bird because we notice it in winter. They'd be more justified in calling us spring hominids.

Even if I've wanted to adapt the Idiot to a modern day US setting, I would not have asked for a return of consumption.

The bread and circus of our era are treats and convenience.

Forever grateful to the unfathomable random number generator in the sky for not passing on the gene that would allow me to think 1 millimeter thick plastic Venetian blinds are an appreciable source of insulation.

Is there a word for the uncanny ability to routinely guess the correct amount of time has passed for an appliance to finish its cycle? Mechsense? Oh no, wait, it's OCD.

Completely new to jam making, of course I must also concurrently learn how to make homemade pectin from apples

Currently residing in the years of old enough to be excited to hear Cedar Waxwings and young enough to be capable of hearing the note they sing.