Melissa Kaercher

A+ for her curiosity, though!

Well, at least it won’t rust out this week

That photo also reveals that there are approximately 1.37 dog toys per square foot in my house.

I wish I had the focus and intensity of a treat-seeking dog.

Sometimes, a question just emerges from my head and I cannot rest until I have an answer.

In related news, I just learned that the Babylonians invented salad.

… How a 50¢ white paper fan escaped spotless from a GWAR concert is beyond me.

Requiescat in pace to the paper fan that went with me to every concert I attended in the last year. It survived Les Claypool, Mr. Bungle, Sleepytime Gorilla Museum, Los Straitjackets, Beyoncé, Clutch, Duran Duran, Tool, New Power Generation, The Dollyrots, Mark Mallman, GWAR… but not Violent Femmes.

Current reading!

Cc @crobertcargill.bsky.social @scottderrickson.bsky.social

She’s just sleeping like that.

TESTING TESTING TESTING

(I can’t post entries with photos for some reason.)

I want to be friends with Alan Arkush.

In all seriousness, though, the Northern Lights were pretty cool in Minneapolis on Friday. I shot this with an iPhone at Quaking Bog, about three miles from downtown.

Is it the Northern Lights, or a countertop in the Palace Theater in Saint Paul, MN? IT’S A MYSTERY.

Toast really likes having her neck scratched.

WHOA NOW

[sound of me throwing money at the Internet]

Right now, in my lap:

Of course, the day after enacting this lockdown, I managed to do my day job, spring clean the porch, brush all the (very shedding) dogs, trim the dogs’ claws, edit a podcast, clean the entire backyard, AND have a nap.

So maybe I was spending a little too much time on my phone.

Will I survive without endless sudoku puzzles? If I take a video of my dogs howling and I don’t post it on Facebook, did it even happen? Will my heart ever be whole if I don’t self-medicate with a Tetris knockoff for an hour before bed every night?

I have finally used the Screen Time tool on my iPhone to block me from Facebook and from game apps after 30 minutes per day. After I realized it was too easy to get past the lock, I had my husband reset the PIN to something I don’t know.

Now I just pick up the phone and stare at it longingly.

Shhh, don’t tell them. I gotta get some popcorn first.

@telstarman.bsky.social will be pleased to know that the iTunes algorithm just randomly played “Telstar” at me today.

(It was the Tornadoes version.)

Fury is a cyclone of chaos most of the time, but for a few moments today, we found the eye of her personal hurricane.

I’m sure we could find a nice superfund site up here. I mean, there’s that 400,000 gallons of leaked water from the Monticello nuclear power plant. Sounds pretty ideal to me.

(In all seriousness, though, it’s probably more like…)

Me and the regular group who like my posts:

(I’m probably Clark.)

And if anyone thinks that I am over the fact that my favorite historic midcentury movie theater was bulldozed and turned into a Hy-Vee… I am not. Hy-Vee can go jump in a lake or something. We have many lakes to jump into.

Anyway, I wish we had an H-E-B so I could hate on Hy-Vee harder.

Where’s Toast?

AW YEAH! Congratulations!

Awwww!

Perfect!

True, but I couldn’t find a good photo of Warhol with his Great Dane.

This is the energy I want to project on Bluesky

Dog puzzle

Here’s a better image of Fury, in full sunbeam nap mode.

I have maximum dog coverage this afternoon.

I think he fell asleep. Please send food and water, as I might never move again.

Ope, he has my hand now.

Max’s idea of affection is usually staring intensely at me from across the room. But this evening, he’s decided to give me a rare snuggle.

Max’s idea of affection is usually staring intensely at me from across the room. But this evening, he’s decided to give me a rare snuggle.

This is your reminder that dogs exist, and therefore we are not on the darkest timeline.

Tonight’s foot puzzle comes to us courtesy of Max.

We have sunbeams and naps over here. I might never move from this sofa.

I see you, too, Toast.

Every year, the Academy nominates at least movie from out of left field. It’s one of the few reasons I still pay attention to Oscar nominations.

El Conde is my favorite Oscar discovery this year.

First of all, I want to know where I can buy a bucket of tortellini to eat.

It’s that time of day where Max uses me as a human shield, to hide from the evil Upstairs Roomba.

Literally the moment he heard the Upstairs Roomba chime that it was done, he leapt out from behind my legs and barked at it, pretending he was all bravely and stuff.