I'm so sorry. We lost both of our cats years apart from each other, decades ago, but I still think about them all the time. I love my furry guy, and wish he'd live forever, but I know he won't.

I got yer back bruh. Put some teeth back into the EPA, for starters.

(h/t Remixed Nancy group on Teh Facebooger.)

With the benefit of hindsight, and having old guy status, I am inclined to agree. The golden age is afar in the online rearview mirror. But we really ought to remember that it once existed. (I'll be up in a quiet room singing what I remember of "Beasts of England", if anyone's looking for me.)

When all else fails, just post this:

Oh, and the aforementioned "wackiness" for our furry 44-pounder was the top of the breed list at 24%: "Chihuahua." This guy. Oookay.

Proper re-identification of #FIFA (From Remixed Nancy Bushmiller. Name's obscured since I've no idea how the remixer feels about this forum, but I'm happy to give proper credit if you message me.)

Lookie what I learned on The Google!

ok, maybe the exception that proves the rule. Although driving those lonely roads, I sure wouldn't *mind* seeing such lanes. I guess?

Happy Independence Day to all who celebrate. For those who aren't feeling it today on account of ours being a FUBAR Republic, I did this one thing the morning to show how *I'm* feeling. The Founders don't need our help. A lot of other folks do. This is the least I can do, today.

Why this graphic today? Something just came over me. #SpazzX #RenditionElon

I look at that smug-ass face of his and note he's not wearing a tie. And I've got one I can suggest that he wear.

Speaking of chips, I'd like to see him turned to them in one of these. Feet first.

Because why not with the gratuitous cheap-but-justified shots amirite?

Another day of old school strength training, hoisting these things five or six at a time, from one part of the property to another. Or as I prefer to call it, "B.C.E. #Weightlifting."

I always lusted after the pre-whale-tail air cooled 911s. As for actual dreams, I think the only way I'll ever keep a 246 Dino from living rent-free in my head will be to actually drive one; I'm sure it's not pleasant.

29 hp is all one really needs, it seems.

(for the record, I'd no clue of how this site would preview, but it's perfect. Else I might've had to borrow this graphic first seen courtesy of @brosephus.bsky.social at his blog some years back)

And everyone oohing and ahhing over a flippin' Vega? I'd like to remind them what deathtraps EVERY car built during that era was, compared to the shittiest shitbox that ever shat in the last ten years. I'll happily tool around in a base model Mitsu Mirage instead, thank you very much.

In a world of Eric Trumps, be this Very GOOD and absolutely pawfect boy Erick.

We do what we can. And what I can do is let my suburban 'Lanta neighbors know, on July 4th, that I'm not joining Trump in his festivities but, rather, and for only the second time since I put up Old Glory in 2006 (celebrating re-taking the House)? I'll be flying this instead, with #pride. 1/2

In fairness, maybe he was thinking about Ford's big ol' SUV offering. The ability to get every dumbass American gassing up such things has a lot to do with why we're bombing Iran, after all. BTW...Had you heard? Ford actually had a BIGGER luxobarge planned. The Ford Excretion.

I believe in supporting local journalism. Our local, more so than the AJC, is the Gwinnett Daily Post. It employs a reporter who's done a great job, Curt Yeomans, who I want to support. But they refused to provide a WORD of coverage to the No Kings rallies held throughout my county, so fuck 'em 1/2

Oh, where are my manners? Yeah, we've got it going on in Gwinnett. (I won't bother attempting a head count, gotta be at least 500.)

For those who've not had the pleasure. #NoKings means never bowing before billionaire racist blood-emerald nepo baby garbage, nor the nepo baby in the White House.

I never could freehand for shit, but this'll do for the reverse of my old standby "Rendition Elon" sign, at tomorrow's #NoKings gala

Some unsanctioned, but apparently tolerated by the City of Sugar Hill, additional hardscape one will find at our local d-o-g p-a-r-k. My Erick is not a stick guy (he's all about the ball) but he appreciates the effort made on behalf of his canine companions.

Welp, it's time for me to come out and say it: I'm on Team #MTG for *this* go-round. (I'll go back to reminding everyone she had a "THERE ARE TWO GENDERS" sign on her office door when she ran off. But in the meantime there are even more lives of all kinds to save.)

I feel like my selections are kinda fuddy-duddy but I'll own them.

Sometimes I do find something delightful, still, at Zuck's shithole. I could say the exact same thing as Tom Dee. Rest In Piss, #Rush.