Comfort shopping
With a few notable exceptions (genocide, using the phrase “dad bod,” putting vegan cheese in baked ziti), I’m inclined to agree with John Lennon. Whatever gets you through the night is all right. (It’s all right.)
Y’all need to stop
OK, kittens. I’m afraid I have to be the heavy today. Brace yourselves; they don’t call me Angela The Enforcer for nothing.
Guest post: It’s like moving teeth
Many of you have never seen me. Many more haven’t seen me since March. So, you may not know or have forgotten that I have braces.
Survivor’s guilt
It’s all too redundant to talk about These Terrible Times. But what do you do when your particular times haven’t been particularly terrible?
The fighting spirit prize
It’s a good thing that multiple rikishi can receive the same prize during a single basho. I know you feel the same way.
Burger time
We live in a time when it’s utterly unremarkable, coolly commonplace, to scroll past headlines like “How Hatred Came To Dominate American Politics” and “A Caterpillar With Vomit-Inducing Poison Fur Is Taking Over Virginia.” I think we’d best get cookin’.
Fed by other springs
I hope today gives you what you want. But I trust today will give you what you need.
Epilogues: September 2020
There’s something about September that makes us wistful. By “us,” naturally, I mean exclusively humans. Cats are mercifully devoid of all the wist that twists us in nostalgic knots.