Slygrin

I believe that may ultimately be up to my observer. I can't even pin down a color for my intended vibe aside from perhaps a mutable grey, with just a subtle hint of blue.

What about you?

...you've made keenly aware of the fact that my elbows are propped on my hips, I am hunched, and my left leg is twined with my right like a creeping vine around a branch.

I'll...go stretch now.

It brings to mind a mental image of a body builder who skips leg day: A top-heavy spectacle, but practically immobile.

Amazing as that mustache is, there is...no dirth of interesting things to spot in this photo.

I'm trying to decide if willful ignorance and stupidity are the same thing, but mostly marveling at how consistent it is.

I had a great interview for a job. They were super stoked to have me. I was practically hired. Then they handed me this paper and told me to head off to a place for a drug test. I grinned, took the paper, and they never heard from me again. It was just weed, but I didn't bother.

My jaw dropped open when I read that.

Same. It looks like Heater's ready!

Well, at least that'll mean a whole new herd of li'l horsies with all their legs.

It's got seven more—should be fine.

What if, during a government shutdown, we have the people vote on it? Just a dumb idea that I'm legitimately interested in opinions on.

I can't stop the phrase 'Duck of Holding' from bouncing around my brain like a superball hurled into an elevator.

Better than risking becoming one the ominous mannequins.

Oh, good. I was worried about how relatively reasonable she was sounding recently and I was concerned for her health...

Apologies. I just looked up why it was deemed illegal, and it's more the part where the larvae can survive the stomach acid and mess up your GI...

...and not what I remember hearing about them snap-crackle-poppin' out of the cheese. Not sure where I got that from.

To be fair, the ants aren't actively and boisterously trying to escape.

—and then remembered it's October and made an assumption.)

Dracula's Castle! More specifically and actually...Vlad the Impaler's castle.

(No, I didn't know it by sight. I made a game of it and searched for stone castles, went to images, and clicked similar-looking 'til a name and reference fell out—

Imagining the Morrigan in a job interview is the only time I have ever envisioned her off her footing.

Absolutely with you on that. I am not okay with /any/ number of buzzing insects that could get where I sleep. I wish you the best of luck, that the cats are excellent hunters, and that your landlord remedies this soon.

I said this out loud to other people with no context and the room went...so quiet.

I heard this in Spock's voice.

Just 'til the landlord can get about to doing something.

No, it's actually a legit concern. I recently had to seal up an air conditioner with lots of tape and a trash bag in a big hurry 'cause...uh...yellow jackets were invading. Which is what I suggest temporarily to keep the flies out...

What an absolute nightmare.

Well, I made the involuntary amusement noise, and even though it was followed by a deep sigh...

This is the best panic response I have ever seen. (Fight, flight, freeze, fawn...bake delicious muffins.) They look absolutely phenomenal!

Casual, natural look. Opts for open floor, probably to be able to keep an eye on things. Unperturbed at being observed. That's some quality loaf. Minimum 10/10, but crankin' it up to 19/10 for being a Void.

I am surprised at how real my emotions are about your cheese plight. (It might be related to my distress at how I cannot find camembert, and when I do...it's expired. Consistently.) How are you supposed to go about your business like this?

I'd give you candy and kudos. (Not the granola bar, though. I haven't seen Kudos anywhere. If I did, though...)