brennen @brennen@mastodon.social

a cricket is just a goth grasshopper.

i had "mentions" instead of "all" selected in the notifications column without really noticing it for i couldn't tell you how long, and i was kind of feeling like i was shouting into the void every time i posted here, and then i switched it over and there were all these favourites and i was like "i'm not alone!"

so i guess that's an interesting pointer to how the fav functions around here.

exceptions were a mistake.

awoo and stuff.

i think this might be about as sophisticated a sample of travel writing as i'm ever going to attempt to muster again.

kansas city, cons: hot, muggy, racist football team name.

kansas city, pros: cicadas, bbq, thunderstorms, trees.

took a break to walk to the post office and checked on the nest on my way back; here's the last small birb resident atop our porchlight moments before its initial test flight.

(also visible: my emergency gorilla/gaff-tape nest repairs of last week. don't judge; it's hard to manipulate a roll of tape while standing on a rickety kitchen stool and holding a broken nest in place as enraged songbirds bounce off the back of your head.)

the frozen pizza is never done, except and unless the frozen pizza is burned.

contemplating some stickers for bluegrass season.

i still have lostsnail.(org|com)... maybe this weekend i'll make some kind of bare-bones subscription form.

i wish the postal service had some kind of sensible obfuscated redirect mechanism whereby you could just register guids that route to your desired address without exposing physical location or making mailing lists a major privacy liability.

very stringent letters-to-the-editor policy, small classifieds section, some light cartooning.

very seriously considering just closing this, my last actual social media account, and replacing it with a snailmail mailing list to which i send occasional 1980s-style photocopier newsletters.

update: it _seems_ like they have accepted the structural repairs and resumed normal feeding activity.

Dad Robin isn't very bright (and is clearly a lousy nest architect), but his sheer reckless nest-defending bravado is pretty impressive.

anyway, here's to violating the prime directive i guess. further reports as events warrant.

the robin nest over the porch light lost structural integrity and tilted far enough for one baby to fall out. i shored the whole thing up with gorilla tape and put the baby back.

the internet suggests this might work, or at any rate that repairing nests isn't a bad idea, but i suppose i have to wait and see if the parents are willing to go back to it. sort of hoping Dad Robin doesn't expire from sheer stress after flying wildly at my head during the entire repair process.

comments you love finding in your own code several years on:

// boy howdy should this really check whether it succeeded first or what?