Where there’s life there’s hope. I keep repeating it. Sometimes that’s all the hope there is.

WTAF #HamOnt ?

So this book (which is not bad) exists if anyone wants a Scrooge prequel that has no Johnny Depp.

A caterpillar of black swallowtail (Papilio polyxenes), vibrantly green, on a stem of golden alexanders (Zizia aurea). In my downtown garden. Where there’s life, there’s hope. Hold on, everyone.

If my lawyer had this on their website, I would get a different lawyer.

Men At Arms - where Terry Pratchett describes perfectly the microcosm of a social phenomenon (in this case the “lone wolf” shooter) years before it’s a ubiquitous tragedy.

If you have not read Discworld by Terry Pratchett you should absolutely do that. It’s social satire set on a fantasy world and it will break your heart and make you laugh till you’re sick. Where to start? There’s a flowchart!

I’m about to start my last adventure with the talented Mr Ripley. The fifth book of Patricia Highsmith’s Ripliad. Really excellent books. And the dedication in this book (published 1991) goes pretty hard.

Molly’s closing comments, and quoting Dr King, reminded me of this poem. Any death, any injustice, is an affront to me. Because I am involved in mankind.

Alternatively, it gives you an excuse to just read a book in peace.

It’s a nice warm spring day. Old flags down, new flags up!

I have reached fully opening up my stove and cleaning the insides levels of avoiding doing my taxes.

#HamOnt police have to be stopped. Not just defunded. Utterly removed from our neighbourhoods.

Having an incredibly frustrating time trying to help someone get a replacement birth certificate. You need a guarantor from these lists of professionals, someone who has known you for at least two years. I feel like no homeless teenager knows anyone on these lists. Do I know anyone on these lists?

Or a guinea pig. Veronica wouldn’t know how to be a tyrant, even if she wanted to.

Not as famous or pithy as the Vimes Boots Theory of Socioeconomic Unfairness, Albert explaining the “Jam Tomorrow” theory of religious inequality.

This time, I know our side will win.

In other news, my face. It’s not plastic surgery. It’s autoimmune fuckery.

Seriously?! Don’t worry, the *completely useless* sign was replaced by city workers within a day. Is it humanly possible that your staff thought that that was what my primary concern is?! Good grief!

Two weeks ago a speeding car went through my fence, at about 9am, adjacent to an elementary school and park. I emailed your office and didn’t even get a response. How many have to die before you make road safety a priority?

What can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the reaper man?

Car smashed through my front fence again. Second time in two months. Guess those signs don’t actually make drivers slow down eh? This guy went right through it and flattened a wrought iron fence. Maybe a job for traffic engineers instead of sign writers? #HamOnt #traffic #crash

Grateful today for the block button. What an asshat. A hat full of ass. An ass in a hat. A hat made of ass. A cornucopia of asshattery.

This is the gift my parents just sent me for my 45th birthday. Is there some joke here I’m not getting?

For everyone having a bad day, week, decade - here are six noshing guinea pigs.

Part of me thinks that my guinea pig would be homophobic if she understood what it was. She’s judgy as hell.

This feral (but super friendly) girl adopted our neighbours last summer, dropped a litter of kittens on them then disappeared. Her name was Lulu.