Text from my direct report at 7am Saturday morning: “Please call me as soon as possible!!!”

I call immediately. Him: “I can’t talk right now, when is a good time to call you back?” Me:
“Just call me when you can, omg.”

Him: Calls me three hours later to take 20 minutes explaining why he needs an afternoon off two months from now.

Me: “This could have been a text, Pablo.”

I live in the Bay Area and there are like 5 of them in my small, rural town, so I see them daily. I laugh every time. As silly as they look in photos, it’s just so much sillier in real life. Especially out in the county where I live.

For me that was “The Man in the Well” which the school librarian read to us in 4th grade during library story hour.

https://www.commonlit.org/en/texts/the-man-in-the-well#

Can’t tell you how disappointed I am that isn’t just a chart of increasingly tubby kittens.

Surgery isn’t the only solution, there are medications, like Finasteride, that actually prevent hair loss by blocking the hormone that causes it. But some people do just have thick gorgeous manes their whole life without help.

Orange

Male

He was a server in a black waistcoat, white shirt. He was brushing the ball off the table before setting plates down.

It was a ball from a kid’s ball pit, so a little bigger than a baseball, smaller than a softball.

The table was round, with a red gingham table cloth.

The orange ball on the red gingham table cloth were there immediately, once instructed to visualize a person pushing it, it only made sense that it was a server, since the table seemed restauranty.

Cremorne was a difficult horse to train, owing to his extreme laziness: he was known to fall asleep during breaks in exercise. He also had an apparently insatiable appetite and would eat anything edible within his range. On one occasion he contracted a near-fatal bout of colic after eating all of his bedding straw.[3]

Maybe he was just more interested in naps and snacks than lady horses. 🤷‍♂️

I don’t feel like there is a big variety in vibes from episode to episode on Murder She Wrote. But if they make you happy, I’m glad they are there for you.

💖

So, HIIT?

I’ve been watching Murder She Wrote and each episode has a “this time on Murder She Wrote” at the beginning that is kind of a convoluted spoiler for the episode. I don’t know who would want that, especially on a mystery show.

They are different now than they were 30 years ago. You’re Not Wrong—Brussels Sprouts Taste Way Better Now Than They Did When We Were Kids, and It’s Because of Science

Those are some cuties! The ones in the upper middle are especially honey bee-like. One sure fire way to ID is that only bees wear pollen pants (but not all bees are always wearing pollen pants).

I am very bothered that the stock photo is someone smelling tulips, which have no smell.

It’s been on my mind lately because of some Trumper relatives who are currently screaming about how “Kamala Harris is a slut.”

She dated Willie Brown for a year, just before he was mayor of San Francisco in 1994. He had been separated from his wife for twelve years at that point, and she was also single when they met and started dating. Even so, the Fox News crowd is enjoying the refrain “She stole a black woman’s husband!!” (predatory promiscuity)

They also parrot the phrase “She slept her way to the top.” She was already an assistant district attorney when they met. He was the speaker of the California State Assembly and was known for handing out high paying state appointments to his friends. He appointed her to two boards- the Unemployment Insurance Appeals Board and the California Medical Assistance Commission, consecutively. Both paid well and gave her experience and connections in politics/public service, which may have helped her when she ran for and won the elected position of District Attorney fifteen years later, but certainly did not guarantee her the job.

But any excuse to be publicly racists and diminish the accomplishments of a Black woman while sexually shaming her get pounced on with enthusiasm.

As this is a place for enthusiasts of adorablility, not entomology, hover flies are allowed.

Halloween is just one day/night. Spooky Season runs from early September to the beginning of November or whenever people get around to taking down their Halloween decorations. Also, it’s cute and fun.

Clackety clackety swishety clack. Every time there is a breeze.

So you’re saying that… video killed the radio star…?