Kid you not, I learned how to knit via YouTube. And whenever I forget something I just kind of refresh.

I just got back from National Library Legislation Day (a day in which a bunch of us librarians go nag the hell out of some Representatives/Senators). This was actually snuck into the bill that contains it, so close to NLLD, that emergency handouts had to be printed out for all of the delegates.

Per the handcuffs: the answer is yes, with some finagling

OUR FEARLESS LEADER HAS AWOKEN.

I already posted this picture on another thread, but here is my cat Apollo wearing a hat I knitted for him.

I’ve had deep fried cheesecake. It’s good. Not as good as deep fried Oreos, but good.

This is ENTIRELY off topic, but this is the first time I’ve managed to catch you in a comment section. You may have previously known me as RoboBrenda. I say this only because I have previously commented on your posts with calendars of cats with hats.

I bring great tidings.
This book exists

R.I.P. Zaha Hadid.

I remember doing a project on her life and work when I was in high school. Our AP Art History teacher let us pick our own person for a current artist project. I picked her. Wish I still had the project I did, but my teacher kept it as an example. Whatever one thought of her, she made a major…

My boyfriend is a public defender, and some of his clients are....uh, yeah. Not the greatest people. As in they’re guilty as fuck. A lot of them are good people who caught a bad break, but some of them...wow.

Sometimes he comes home and just hates them. But he always tries to get them the best plea deal possible (they…

My best friend has an irrational hatred of Shailene Woodley. She wanted to read Divergent, but there was only a copy of the movie-covered edition available, so I drew a velociraptor head and taped it over Shailene’s face.

YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH. ABOUT TIME. So happy to see this. She’s a wonderful librarian, and person.

1. That involves gas, not boiling water. Different method of death, gas inhalation vs scalding.

Allow me to live in my fantasy, Samsa. Besides, who know if it’ll work on people or not until we try? SCIENCE.

The way I see it, it’s like boiling a frog. Have to turn up the heat slowly so they don’t notice they’re being boiled.

I haven’t seen Room yet, but I hope Brie Larson wins. I entered a contest where if I correctly predicted the Best Actress winner I have the chance to win yarn. I voted Brie and I want my yarn.

The one thing I can’t get over is how sad the hat cat is. Like, I’d feel bad about it but it’s just so cute.

His wife does figure into debunking mediums after his death though, so you were sorta right.

There’s a calendar for you...

Dear Embarrassed Arkansan,

I would avoid blacking out anywhere near his presence, if I were you. For....reasons.