Husbeast has given Mr. Mochi watermelon and now Mochi is trying to snitch the crusts off his plate.
Always consult your vet before making any changes to your pet’s diet, but Watermelon is safe for both cats and dogs and a good way to help them stay hydrated this summer.
Just.
Don’t give your cat with a history of determined Begging and sneaky little thief hands watermelon off your plate because then he thinks he’s allowed to eat the watermelon off your plate and that’s just inconvenient.
“Determined Begging” implies much less thievery than Mochi is involved in.
It’s only theft if we’re not looking! Srsly of we are he does a full Saddest Cat Ever face while pulling things off the plate.
He doesn’t steal Charlie’s food either he slaps Charlie then eats his food so it’s really assault and robbery.
I saw a production of Taming of the Shrew where the characters were gender-swapped, the aesthetic was 80s glam hair rock, and Petruchio was the lead singer of a band that played original songs between scenes.
Also, Petruchio was played by an incredibly hot Asian actress, and she winked at me.
Tie for my favorite tbh:
Macbeth as a post-apocalyptic mad-max style warlord, in which every faction spoke a different language. Subtitles were not provided. As the play went on everyone became progressively more mutated from radiation until Lord and Lady Macbeth were rabid dogs (Lady Macbeth’s descent into madness was chillingly well-done) and Birnam wood was played by extras dressed as mutated trees. Deeply entertaining, incredible feat of costumes and makeup.
vs.
The Comedy of Errors that was the adaptaion “Boys From Syracuse” but rewritten to be in 1960′s route 66, played out on a stage that consisted of a single run-down hotel room where there had been a double (hah!) booking. Absolute Masterpiece of Physical comedy and stage managment becuase they gradually destroy the set as the play reaches it’s fever-pitch of confusion. The finale was sung while parts of the stage were on fire.
I love batshit insane interpretations of Shakespeare with a burning passion.
@systlin I finally rounded up most of the family rocks. From the top left we got:
1. A bigass lump of quartz. She lives outside with her bff-
2. An even bigger lump of iron rich granite.
3. This very smooth and shiny green rock that was in the local river. Looks kind of like ‘india onyx’ but IDK
4. This orange rock that I always think is a mushroom cap. It moves in and outdoors as it pleases.
5. This collection of very shiny river pebbles from the terrible campground in Ohio. They’re always way hotter than I’d expect when I pick them up. Then again, Ohio is a timeshare of hell.
6. These rocks were on the AC unit when I came home last summer. I don’t know where they can from or what they do but they’re always in a group.
7. Madame Obsidian, holding the back door open.
8. This rock was 50 cents at a rock shop I thought I hallucinated in southern Nevada, until I got home and found him in the trunk.
9. Whatever this aesthetic triangle is. His name is Chadwick, we found him at a rest stop in Nebraska. He takes over door duty for the obsidian sometimes.
10. This heavy, translucent ????? That my sister found in Oregon and keeps in the bathroom for ritual purposes.
1. I love all of them
2. The translucent ??? is calcite!
How do you tell calcite from selenite becuase it looks more like the latter on google images?
I can scratch it with my fingernail, so I think it’s selenite!
I opened the back door to go get the mail and approximately 589 fucktillion Miller Moths flew into the house.
The dogs are now hunting them for sport and late-night snacks.
Well really Charlie is hunting them via galloping and leaping around the house and yelling whenever he swats/snaps one out of the air until Arwen comes and eats it. Arwen has a knee injury and can’t chase them like normal so it’s nice of him to share. Of course, any time Charlie yells about something, she has to yell back at him and thus they coordinate the Great Hunt by the loudest game of Marco Polo possible.
It’s 1 AM.
It’s their favorite thing all year, until their next favorite thing all year happens, because being a dog means your enthusiasm isn’t tempered by the illusion of time or the dumbassedry that just because something happens regularly that it isn’t special. Maybe I’m extremely sleep deprived but I feel like we could all learn from this attitude.
The sheer number of people mistaking me for @systlin in my inbox at the moment is astounding so let me make it easier for some of you.
@systlin : plant witch who raises bees and has a whole host of other terrifyingly awesome skills
me: the witch who is allergic to all nature and cannot go outside because even though I don’t believe in gods, the bastards still have a sick sense of humor.
Which one(s) of you all have the terrifying rose? @systlin, right?
Both of us actually, but mines is called Demon Rose cause unlike Systlin who manages to somewhat contain hers, mine has taken over that side of the house.
Everything about this thread is golden
It knows full well I have a machete and armor and will use them if it crosses me
Excerpt from the non-existent book, How to Identify Your Internet Cryptid.
Therapist says that when normal coping mechanisms stop working it’s usually a sign that you’ve either recovered or relapsed significantly and that therefore you need to change strategies. I’m hoping that “As I’ve had more to be stressed about” is used here in the positive sense- that you’ve taken on more responsibilities and are able to do more of the things you want, which while awesome, handling more stress also means, well higher stress levels.
Since Doing A Productive isn’t helping you anymore, we’re gonna Marie Kondo that strategy, thank it for it’s help, and let it go (for now. If this is a relapse issue we can always come back to it later).
Some other strategies that might help Under the cut becuase this got kinda long:
