small beauties: they’re probably astericae, but that ain’t sayin much
Everything is astericae. Except for mints. Mints are mints.
small beauties: they’re probably astericae, but that ain’t sayin much Read More »
Everything is astericae. Except for mints. Mints are mints.
small beauties: they’re probably astericae, but that ain’t sayin much Read More »
… which honestly wasn’t very close at all, I had a good hold on his leash the entire time, but one cannot combat The Anxiety with so crude a weapon as facts
cats: in which Loiosh does not fall in the river, but it’s closer than I like Read More »
this is the one(1) time I’ve used a clickbait title, come ON, it’s FUNNY I SWEAR
I’ve seen better picnic spots, ngl
small beauties: in which there is, once again, piñon resin Read More »
There was a lot of climbing on rocks, too, but the only place I could get NEAR him was the tree.
cats: in which Loiosh goes running around and, also, up Read More »
this time, for sure! I guess!
process: new picture-taking setup! again! Read More »
BIG. MAD. Also YES that IS a new bow tie!
cats: in which Loiosh was upstaged Read More »
it just. did NOT want to do the thing. or the other thing, or the other other thing. it was STUBBORN. but so am I, & I’m the one with the hammer.
process: in which I change my mind 456347895638 times Read More »
in which Loiosh, who is often annoying, gets his just returns, by which I mean I was a BUTT & he was BIG MAD
cats: in which Loiosh is briefly annoyed but mostly just bored Read More »
in fact given the way things go for me I could argue that my workbench is inherently a liminal space, which is, honestly, pretty appropriate really.
process: in which ‘workbench’ is a loosely defined term Read More »