Always tooting for th'antihero @Momentrabbit@awoo.space

All afternoon we've had gusting up to 100km/h winds outside, with occasional bursts of rain and a few trees attempting to reclaim their ancestoral dominion over the land via air superiority.

That's not gone very well for the trees.

Or the power grid, broadly speaking.

A good night to stay in. n.n

Mobile Task Force Gamma-9 ("Palette Flensers") specialize in anomalous materials which are, could be, or ought never to be used again as, "food" or the concept of "food".

They're not very good at the 'hiding in plain sight' thing yet.

*wakes screaming, sheets soaked in a cold sweat*

"a... Alexa?"

"I'm here! Can I help you?"

"Could... Could you collect childrens' personal information from birth announcements, phones, tablets, searches and social media for 18 years, building a shadow profile of them without ever actually *using* it until they were of legal age, and then market to them using a perfect predictive copy of their every want and desire?"

"Could I _ever._"

Same plane blade edge from yesterday, after going over about twenty pieces of sandpaper varying in grit from 60 to 2500. Got the gouges out with the 60, then chased the sanding marks out with successively finer papers upward.

If I'd had a flatter surface handy than a chunk of laminated particle board, the bevel would be a mirror: I was being whimsical, going much past 800 like this. A few streaks, given the rustic setup, will do.

Yes, it's sharp enough to shave with. n.n

Awright. Which one of youse went and hacked the Gibson?

https://www.theglobeandmail.com/business/article-gibson-files-for-bankruptcy-in-deal-to-renew-guitar-business/

**utterly annihilates a chocolate cruller**

**sits, shaking, staring, sweating**

**slowly, methodically, begins systematically consuming a salmon sandwich**

Ok. Ok. 12 hour shift tail-weighted with moderate lifting and physical labor is not sustainable on a few slices of pizza, half a day ago. Understood.

#DiabetesManagementIsFun

*hits a couple of screwtips, planing a board*

This is why we can't have nice things, Moment.

*looks more closely at damage to plane iron's edge*

Zoom.

Zoom.

Enhance.

... pfft. They call *that* 'lapped'? With *what*, a cheese grater?!

TFW you commission three harpsichords because you want that damn seagull to bring you a ship stuffed full of GOLDEN treats or he goes right to the bottom of the sea. NO MORE PLAIN WAFFLES, BIRD. TOP TIER OR DAVEY JONES.

On the 1-10 scale of "content-descriptive packaging", where the "plain brown wrapper" of a disreputable vendor's purchase of a questionable nature rates a 1?

Skullsunlimited.com rates an 8. They'd get 10, but the top and bottom of the box is pretty plain (I suppose shipping documents have to go somewhere). The coyote and roadrunner is a nice touch. n.n

T-shirt idea percolating in the back of my mind.
Somthing like the NI(M)H logo (or ideally a retro '40s-'60s variant) on the front left breast, nice and corporate.
Across the back, a bit less formal,
FINALIST
RAT AGILITY TRIALS
"Light up the Night"

A gentle reminder, dear friends, regarding the van attack in north Toronto this afternoon.

Nobody knows much anything solid yet, that will probably change in time.

The driver is in custody, the injured are being tended to.

Carry on. Practice self care. Check on a friend.

And let's recall a primary use of the net at times like these:

https://youtu.be/k66k3qly2Ik

💜

I am shocked to find I require a permit to repatriate the skulls of my ancestors. Rabbit hemorrhagic fever risk, indeed. >.<

*looks upwards* It has not escaped our notice that our many concurrent projects are piling up again, and our progress has stalled as our path backtracks on itself. This is as it is meant to be, of course, and others have far more pressing issues and concerns. A small boon wouldn't be turned down, however, if there were any to spare.

The offering of a new project's beginning is made, Your Pointyness. Help us ready the warren, the better to carry other works to completion?

#jackalopemother

Ahh hah hah hah yes *thaaat* was why I stopped trying to diagnose what was wrong with the right hand when the burning nothing took the art away. I forgot how much diagnostic poking and prodding and wrenching and holding poses for ultrasounds and xrays and 3rd year residents hurts.

But.

There's a .4mm by .7mm by .4mm lump of scar tissue in my pointer finger tendon flexor tendon resting *right* at the carpal tunnel sheath.

Today, we took pictures.

*I FOUND YOU, YOU FUCKER.* 🔥

I picked a bad day to forget breakfast.

And lunch.

And the car.

>.<

The Mother of The Mate lives with us, and has moderate to severe cognitive impairment consistent with age-related dementia. She also lost most of a front tooth Sunday night: there's no saving it.

There are options. They all have various tradeoffs and care requirements. And /we can't explain them to her in any way that will persist/. 'Informed Consent' becomes interesting when you're playing whack-a-mole with coherence.

My week just became exponentially more complicated.

I am always amazed at how hard it is to acquire any kind of emergency dental care outside of M-F, 9-5. (Let alone 'routine' dental care outside of 'work' hours) ((Let alone **affordable** care of any sort at any time))