you won’t let those robots eat me
every so often, my favorite comic publishes a(nother) strip that makes me squeal “that’s my (new) favorite!” … i’ll admit that i was really behind on things, since it was published more than a year ago, but this is my favorite. the trouble with claiming a favorite, though, is that not long after, i always find one like this one which argues and tries to take its place.
i save comics that i like a lot, so that i can devour in batches when i am sad about things like how my great-grandmother just had a stroke.
my small orange friend is back in town, which is fantastic. he is getting along well in our new household. i bought a car. that’s how he got up here, me driving for thirteen hours from san francisco to olympia. it was a good idea in my head.
it seems like my new apartment comes with built-in trans friends, and also crafty friends? so that is pretty neat of it. i’ve been stepping up my knitting game due to peer pressure, yarn donations and halloween (all combine, actually, to equal – remember what i said last year?). knitting is good.
this is like i’ve taken all of my boring entries and combined them into one meta-boring-entry. i mean, i got bored in the middle of it. i’m going to go back to cleaning the house, and you know that means something.
