To close out May, I am treating myself to a movie. Like Werner Herzog, I would like to see the baby.
Also, fountain cola, popcorn with movie theater butter oil, and…Dippin’ Dots???
Mmmm…now I want to try spit-roasted space chicken—um, porg.
…and, by “baby”, I mean Garazeb Orrelios & his boytoy, Kallus.
Egads, the “itch” to pull a @kevidently.bsky.social is growing. Fly off somewhere on a Sat morning, shenanigans overnight, then jet back the next day.
Where to…?
Maybe impulse…maybe just finally done waffling…
I’ve kicked off the process to have my greymuzzle self created, in illustrative art at the very least. They’re “birth” is expected sometime mid-to-late July.
Remind me—again—why I volunteered to work a shift on a company observed holiday…
Have had a couple of real winners (/s) as callers today that have left me wondering how they function day-to-day.
It has to be money as my reason for volunteering. It just has to be.
Tis the day!!
The Joes are gathering. One is already on-planet enjoy a momentary respite. The other is finishing landing procedures.
Come! Join us!
Rare sighting of me being in-office. Need blinds in apartment replaced as the strings on one finally snapped. I thought I had put in the maintenance request earlier enough so they could be done over the weekend while I was cat-sitting. Newp. They’re doing them today. WFH nogo for the day then…