LionsPhil @LionsPhil@plush.city

SREs playing #Tee-KO

Unfortunately, he can never actually reach that point because the cubicle farm of X Neo has been replaced with a collaboration-enhancing open plan office for M/Z Neo, so he's caught in the first act of the film.

Agent Smith attempts to shoot him, but he just turns into a distorted billboard sprite of a Garfield JPEG and plays a clipped soundboard sample of "bullets don't work, Jon".

Thinking about The Matrix, but instead of Neo being a GenXer with a head full of Shadowrun, they're a Millennial/Z with a residual self-image born of furry VRChat shitposting.

Ikea saying the desk I'm after is in stock again and available for delivery this time, then changing its mind on the latter during checkout, is just cruel.

"Baking is a science!", you cry in futile objection as I smile down from my ad-hoc tower of improvisational breads.

. o O { I could make tiger cheesebread. }

(oh no)

This was kind of a mess of over-wet dough of the wrong kind of flour I was using up and ran out of, and no precious yeast, but instead of forming rolls (it was unkneadable) I dumped it into a cake tin, and it seems to have made a reasonable light little loaf.

I can't help but notice these worst bouts of insomnia and general lying awake in bed thinking about various miseries tend to precede days when I need to return to work from vacation.

The piles of trash are returning all along the canal. Nature is healing.