Lvxferre [he/him]

Bird just woke me up, trying to leave through the glass door. It was so fatigued I had to push it with a broom (gently) towards the front door, to make him* leave. My cats went crazy, but one is fat and another old, so neither managed to “I hunts!” the poor bird.

*it was a male rufous thrush.

I made Siegfrieda a cardboard tank:

She loved it.

(I’m planning to redo it later on, to make it better-looking for humans. Plus build Kika a house, it’ll be called “le Chat-eau”.)

Based on file modification dates, it’s this drunken cow:

It’s from October 2004. Initially I doodled it in my lab notebook; back then I was a Chemistry freshman, and I always doodled my stuff like this. Then I redid it in a computer.

(Her name is Vaquetila. Vaca = cow, etila = ethyl.)

I got a smaller version of that - my mum isn’t an immigrant but I work as a translator, so she’s often asking me to translate stuff from English and rarely German into Portuguese. (Don’t ask me why so many oil painting videos are in German.) Plus IT stuff, like Kolanaki.

I don’t mind either because it’s uncommon enough and mostly fluff, unlike in your case.

Mostly food: I’ve been trying to cook/bake some new dishes, and plenty turned out great.

Notable mention of the apple rolls, following this recipe (video in German; I can translate the recipe if you guys want); my mum is still raving about them, and asking for pineapple rolls next time.

But hey, even the deep-fried chicken livers turned out great, even if the oil burns on my arm say otherwise! (The seasoning was just right: lime juice, garlic, salt, pepper, yellow mustard.)

At least I know this is a thing and can recognize when I am doing it. 🤷‍♂️

That’s the most important - and hardest - part.

Like, some assumptions will always slip through. Nobody is immune to brainfarts. But some people don’t even try to avoid them - they assume, then even as they’re called out on their assumptions they keep assuming.

I hate assumptions, but specially assumptions of ignorance. (Like this one - people assuming you don’t know a certain language.) So, thankfully, I tend to avoid being the aggressor in this sort of situation.

Um… sorry if this is a weird ask, but those of you who live in immigration countries, have you ever been asked “Do you speak [Language of the country]?”

No but I’m asked fairly often where I’m from, because apparently I speak Portuguese “like a foreigner”. It doesn’t sound like micro-aggressions, unlike in your case (as there’s no assumption of ignorance), but it’s kind of annoying when it happens in the city I was born, like, some of my grand-grandparents already lived here.

Sorry for your loss. But hey, it’s great when people we cherish leave behind something for us, like she did.

I’m treating myself some new furniture - a chest of drawers and a computer desk. I designed both to fit perfectly in the niche of my bedroom, they clearly look like a set, and the desk has even a cables organiser. Time to say goodbye to my ~40yo wardrobe!

Although I’m pretty sure the wardrobe will become a pantry in the laundry room.

This reminds me Elfen Lied. The anime itself is a meh adaptation of an otherwise good/decent manga series, but the opening? It’s fucking beautiful

Since I’m complaining about one of my little shits, might as well complain about the other. When it’s cold she sleeps inside a pocket-folded blanket, like this:

(Yup, there’s a cat inside.)

To do that she “digs” on her blanket a bit, then I lift one of the sides (she doesn’t get in by herself), then she does her silly milk dance, then she enters it. The problem is when the weather is just a wee bit chilly, because then five minutes later she’ll get too hot and jump out of the pocket. And then she’ll feel chilly again, and ask to get in again. And again.

I use something similar - baking soda with veg oil, until it becomes a paste. Apply, wait 2~3 min, rinse.

“If you forgot it, then it was bullshit.” - my grandma.

One of my cats thinks human arms are infinitely stretchable. She asks to be butt-slapped, then gets further and further from you, and when you stop slapping her butt she looks at you with a “why did you stop?” face. She also “gently” paws your arm when she wants attention, except her mum didn’t do a good job teaching her to retract her claws.

I kind of got used to them - it has been like this since I was a kid. Plus plenty of them are simply strange, not disturbing.

Some also have a common theme, like yours; but those are usually the “neighbourhood that doesn’t exist”.

Dreams are strange places.

Indeed. And your dreams in the OP must’ve felt specially scary while dreaming.

My dreams are usually weird/disturbing. This one is fresh from the oven pillow:

I was in a rush, to buy meds for Siegfrieda (one of my cats), because she fell inside the frying oil. But I couldn’t find my coins. I tried to ask my mum where they were a few times, but she always interrupted me mid-sentence to talk about random stuff. Eventually I was crying and angry and screamed “FRIEDA IS DYING, WHERE IS MY MONEY?”, and she slowly answers “uh… I remember I put it somewhere to prettify it… … …check it with the seasoning.” Eventually I found the money but it was with the tupperware lids, and Frieda died.

Then I spent the rest of my dream chewing on my mum: telling her she murdered Frieda with her stupidity, asking who else she’s going to kill, etc. IRL she cracked a laugh at the dream, even if her in-dream behaviour was pretty much the usual.

And as usual my brain slipped some dumb wordplay into the dream - between Frieda [fʁi:dɐ] and “frita” [fɾi:tɐ] fried.

Those businesses give no flying fucks about signals you’re angry; they only care about money. So unless you use the Clippy avatars to mobilise people and to hurt those businesses’ revenues, it’ll do nothing.

(For YouTube, this means to stop or at least reduce platform usage. After all its revenue comes from ads.)

Where’s that mobilisation? *cricket noises*

…if that looks like barf for you, don’t websearch barreado. (Both look ugly but they’re still delicious.)

Ah. Got it - thanks for the info.

So basically, M and M with weird colours and an ET?

Does it dial home like the ET? (Oh wait we’re in 2025, “$product dials home” doesn’t sound like a joke any more.)