Pip’s breath today smells like hot clams. It’s really remarkable how it can mimic all sorts of rank stuff.

Here’s a page from Anthony Browne’s disturbing picture book version of Hansel & Gretel.

For sale: story attribution, erroneously made.

Have a dose of Pip.

Bill S. Preston describing plants.

I love this! Here’s a texture I found when visiting New Orleans.

*me being the change I want to see on BlueSky* Here’s my dog.

Purpley

Last night

Entranced by this photograph of a luminous hose that I saw at the Boston MFA today. It’s by Ruth Bernhard.

The bugs in question.

Happens the day before this bingo.

Now I’m not one to usually go in on clowns being terrifying but this is the most fucked up antique bank I’ve ever seen. Be sure to read the slogan.

You don’t say.

Happy birthday! I swear Pip is enthusiastic for your special day.

How about two? Pick a Bond villain from the photos you already have on your phone/device.

It’s all over for you bitches.

Just bribed Pip to eat her supper with a squirt of whipped cream. Cheese isn’t enough. She wants more elaborate dairy products.

Post a meme made by you.

I went for more coffee and lost my seat.

My coworker seems pretty chill.

Let’s gooooooo

Here you go.

The T

pizza wolf

I like this very simple recipe. I’ve done it with broccoli instead of cauliflower. Really any veggies would work.

If I could just pin her ears up she’d be a perfect Easter Pippy.