First things first, we adopted another black cat, because I’m sure I have toxoplasmosis that makes that seem like an Excellent Idea ™. She is tiny (compared to our pre-existing Behemoths who tip the scales at a muscular 12.5 and 13 pounds respectively) and her tail is like three inches longer than any other cat I have ever met.
Her name is Gleipnir, and she, like the Fetters of Fenrir after which she is named, is made of six impossible things. Here she is on her first night at the apartment, bonding with Thomthulhu…
Re: Consistently Rapey People and Their Stupid Triflin’ Bullshit I have adopted a strict policy of reprising the lyrics to popular songs on Facebook to incorporate as many hilarious inclusions of the word Nope as possible. So far, Toto’s “Africa” has been my biggest hit with the Shouty Peeps in my life, but this week also included a Crowded House reprisal that is fitting given the tendency of sh*tbirds being seemingly incapable of shutting up about how they’ve probably raped people, call it something nicer, and how that qualifies them to talk about rape and abuse response even though they have no formal training whatsoever!
There is freedom within / There is freedom with Nope
Try to catch a deluge in a paper NOPE
There’s a Nopal ahead / Many Nopals are lost
But you’ll never see the end of the nope
When you’re traveling with me.
HEY NOPE HEY NOPE DON’T DREAM ITS OVER
HEY NOPE HEY NOPE WHEN THE WORLD COMES IN
THEY COME, THEY COME
TO BUILD A NOPE BETWEEN US
WE NOPE THEY WON’T WIN.
If you are a real life/Skype/Phone friend, you have probably had the privilege of me actually singing this nonsense in your actual life. You’re welcome and I’m sorry.
In semi-but-not-directly related news, I have a tentative trip to Toronto planned for this summer, assuming I can get my shazbot together for a passport. I am pretty pumped about it!