Going to the local bookstore to celebrate Independent Bookstore Day on Saturday.

I’m teaching myself how to knit.

1. They’re ugly as sin.
2. They’re scary as shit when you happen across one in the dark and it hisses at you with its pointy teeth and glowing eyes.
3. I left my car parked in a lot at work overnight, and in the morning it wouldn’t start. A possum had climbed up under the hood and chewed clean through a bundle of wires that apparently was most of the electrical system. It was so stupid that it wouldn’t leave even when I poked it with a stick. That car never ran again.

My sister had a long-haired tortie named Artemis! She was a little freak. Hope your Artemis is a little saner!

Maybe people would be more willing to fund science research if all experimental results were reported like this!

Third one from the end looks a little stretched.

The cats or the boxes?

To Kill a Mockingbird, of course.

Here’s a very technical paper that studied nose vs mouth vs combined nose-and-mouth breathing:

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7455204/

I confess it was over my head and I just skimmed it. But the conclusion says, “The high filtration efficiency of the nasal cavity together with its efficient clearance mechanisms lead to the recommendation to prefer the nose breathing over combined or mouth breathing.”

The conclusion also says, “There is general scientific agreement that lower airways are more vulnerable to severe infections” and “From this point of view, the nasal inhalation is preferential because it significantly reduces the number of particles penetrating to lower airways.” I’d guess that means that shallow breaths are probably preferable, but you’d need to read the article to confirm that.

Heterosexual men want to look at boobs. If she thinks this is “weird,” I feel she needs something explained to her.

Why would he want to? The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

I had a cat that was maybe 6 or 7 years old when she suddenly started having seizures. After a seizure, she’d be wobbly for a few days, then eventually back to normal… until it happened again. Vet couldn’t figure out what was going on. We decided to try to track when she had the seizures—was it when she ate something out of the ordinary, got exposed to something unusual, on a recurring schedule? That sort of thing. We quickly found out that within a day or two of giving her a dose of Frontline flea treatment (the kind you drip on the back of their neck) she’d have a seizure. We stopped giving her Frontline and she never had another seizure.

Central Illinoisan here, and I’m pretty sure the half of Illinois south of the Mason-Dixon Line is the South, not the Midwest.

American here, but I agree with a traditionally Polish or German gift. I’ve always thought Polish pottery is lovely.

I’m so happy to see “A Song for Lya” on your list. It’s one of my favorite SF stories!

Yes, mid-60s, Midwest U.S.

A kidney donated from a living donor often lasts longer and performs better than a kidney from a deceased donor. Donating a kidney to a stranger can begin a paired donation chain that can result in several people getting kidneys. If you are seriously thinking about donating, I strongly encourage you to do some research with reputable sources, talk to some people who’ve donated themselves, talk it over with your loved ones, and maybe talk to some transplant coordinators at the nearest transplant center. It’s not something to be undertaken lightly, but living donors are saints.

A feed full of cats.

This is captivating! I am transfixed by that look, but then my eye is also drawn to that moon, and the geese, and the entire canvas of hyperrealistic details. Thanks for introducing me to this artist.

I love the Pre-Raphaelites.