Robert
@ykantbobreed
A game developer in Boulder, CO. I love nice people who aren’t trolls online and apparently my main hobby is now home renovation if the last year is any indication. (He/him/his)
This beautiful beast has moved on. She started as spicy as any feral cat I’ve ever met (the DDFL was like, “are you *sure* you want to adopt *this* one?”), and became my beloved lap cat. And now there’s an actual void where my beautiful fur void used to be. I will always love her.
This is basically every time I sit down these days. I’m impressed with her because she’s a super scaredy feral one.
My desk is a mess, but I managed to not only not kill this plant, but it bloomed this year. Not exactly a miracle, but I’m proud of my ever so slightly green thumb.
It’s 11:11 on 11/11. And earlier today I got to see this. Made for a pretty good day.
A portion of a conversation that’s absolutely not what you think it would be about, but it’s red neon sign shaped like an arrow pointing at the trend I hate most on the internet today.
There’s never a bad time to post a cat picture. I tell her that she’s ugly, but that I love her anyway, because I’m a bad person.
It is both not important that you see this, but also very important that you see this. This is my cat:
It was hard to find an image that effectively depicts what was great about this episode, so I went with what I assume is a thumbnail for the episode on some streaming service.
Because free speech doesn’t mean free speech. It means Musk in control anywhere he’s bought influence.
Two pictures of the same cat from the same day. Forgive that I didn’t make the bed.
What dark ritual must I perform to never see garbage ghost posts like this ever again:
You only need to hear this, you only need to say this, when you feel like you’re losing. Arguably works best when you’re losing to someone whose supporters like to heil.
She’s a goddamned menace, that’s what she is, except I think the flash bothered her, she just moved. My knee can stop aching.
Another one, because she still hasn’t moved. Instead she’s started purring, which she doesn’t really do.
When you want to get up, but your feral beast (she was literal feral when I adopted her) is finally starting to house cat properly, you do not get up.
Time to return the internet to its roots. A sort of hard reset. So here’s a picture of my cat. She’d probably love you if she got to know you, she’s cool like that.