Rocks & Plants & Birds & Things
@gatcat
A loose harmony of shifting energies since 13.9B BCE: The Coyotacious Now.
Liquor store bags are printed with this compelling image that somehow makes me feel funny inside
wth bluesky, no preview? fine. here are some very clickable birds and the link again to show you i care www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2026/08...
Somehow in my travels I misplaced the pro tambourine I once bought off a drummer. Is it in storage ? In a box in Alaska? Who knows. Anyway, today in the local general store I heard a familiar sound, someone shaking this $7.95 kids toy. I bought one on the spot.
Needed a decompress day before going back to work; crashed the night in Santa Fe and pretending to be a tourist today
Found an old snapshot of the mural around the corner from my pad ❤️
fixed it for you 🌌 Is so silly whenever you talk politics since shitty system is some useless piece of shit
Fuck. Lou Reed died? Fucking fuck. He was younger than my parents when they died?! Hell monkeys. None of us are safe, we immortals, none of us. LIVE LIFE LARGE AND LOUD, mes amis. Don’t die without being the best fucking weirdest weirdo you can be. Burn bright.
which I recorded to cassette off station 91X @91xsandiego.bsky.social . This flexi vinyl was mailed to Depeche Mode fan clubbers, & I only heard it aired that once. It’s delicately performed, nakedly honest in its production, a real treat for the ears and heart. I hunted for it in vain. Then.
Sitting in the sunshine, listening to the magpies chattering in the cottonwoods, which individually are probably very dignified beings but with their forces combined form a derposaurus or Pete’s Dragon or something
I wanted to hear more OG Beach Boys a cappella like Old Man River, but shporkify is like “hey yeah okay, so here’s more music like from Fantastic Mr Fox,” and while officially “no no no,” maybe it’s also kind of “oh okay yes” 🦊
I recently had a gluten-induced mini-psychosis (it’s a thing) which, along with other ongoing associated health issues, has thrown me into this weird loop behavior where I’m only interested in listening to, like, ONE song, over and over again, in a hot fever frenzy, with rare deviations.
I SAID I’m not leaving the house today except for medicinal purposes, and that’s that
Why is there a comment I cannot see? This happens every so often. Am I blocking/muting them? (unlikely) or are they blocking me? Or is it yet another glitch in the blutrix?
Oh shit yeah, finally FB serves me something relevant to my interests. I hope it’s berries and roadkill, and sure wouldn’t say no to a nice roadrunner pie.
A grand and whimsical bird-like Sun God statue has long graced the campus center of my main alma mater, and still the thought of it warms me from the inside. Back in grade school, xian-identifying classmates would mock me for saying the sun was as close to a god as I knew. Those poor lost souls.
WTF. No. Who are these alleged scientists working for, the IRS? Sleep without sleep is the worst idea since slimed bread, and nobody anywhere asked for this.
I’m out in the sun and relaxing in the shade. I’m making music, and tonight I’ll go bask in some live tunes (tho I’d rather be at a jam). Reviewing my world since the spring equinox and adjusting intentions to take me into autumn. Drinking some special whiskey I was gifted. And I am being 🌞🌲🌎
I mean come on, are you following me? And also, is this not the mighty friggin Rio Grande Rift, lying atop a magma dome, where our continent is pulling itself apart? Life’s too short for magnitude 3 quakes. Coward.
Oh man, used bookstore gold. I obviously have the original (unillustrated) edition already, but stumbled on this used mint-condition photo-packed beaut for a measly 12 dollars, and now I’m cradling it to my chest, rocking gently, weeping sappy tears of joy 💛🌲💛🌲💛
Oh hell yeah. Camping pass & early entry secured, will be kicking it with some musician friends. I need this. rhythmsontherio.com
#1 reason why I quit a specific one of my bartending jobs: this motherfucker right here
Look at this stupid squirrel looking over his shoulder at his big stupid floofy tail
Thanks for the tickle, friend Earth, but is that all you have to say? You’re not living up to your potential.
Holy cats, this is right nearby. Autumn staycation dark sky vore house silent rave, anyone?