Oh! I won another class action lawsuit and got a windfall check (of like $4). Wee! I work around-the-clock to pay my billz!

What? It’s International Puzzle Day! Is Big Fatty aware? I feel like this needs to be on his mark in calendar.

Send HALP! On the bright side, having six feet of snow drifted against my building provides some additional insulation and my heat is thankful.

Ok this is defcon 1. The snow has never been this high. I cannot see the BigM sign anymore.

Mr. K has made me aware that you can buy chicken breasts frozen. Like plain? I knew that you could buy frozen Tyson breaded chicken patties and nuggets and that kind of processed crap. But I did not know that you could buy plain chicken breasts frozen in a bag. That seems so convenient. You could just toss what you need in the oven and bam! Who knew?

I tried very hard to get to the Brown Bakery today. I made it like five miles and then had to turn around. There is a foot of snow on the road, and it’s a complete white-out. There’s no way in hell I’d make it there alive before like three o’clock. Let them fire me.

I didn’t have time to post much yesterday because my life is spiraling. When I went to find my car Tuesday morning, it was buried. The snow was up to the bottom of the windows. Getting into it and driving it out of its white sarcophagus, got me covered from head-to-toe and soaked. I moved my car to a semi plowed space – nothing was well plowed – and went back in to change. It then took me two hours to drive to work. I’m still feeling icky and MLB asked me why I was so quiet. I smiled politely and didn’t tell her that I hate everything about the world right now.

My Princess Diana video is coming out great. I’m having so much fun.

I suppose I should soon start thinking about working on my taxes. Maybe this weekend? Mr. K will be busy on Saturday, so I’ll have some bouncing around at home alone time. I only had two jobs in 2025 and limited business expenses, so it should be a relatively easy year.

Bugonia was wild. And unexpected. Mr. K hated it. I thought it was an experience. If you wonder how far people can take conspiracy theories, wonder no more.

I’ve slowly been tweaking my Ai prompt mojo to settle on an art style and color palette for my channel and associated animations. It’s bounced around a lot, but I’m feeling more comfortable with it. The image with this post is an example of my current target. Do you like it?

Welp, I have an interview at the Local Bakery next week. Well, kinda. They do things oddly there with a quick zoom pre-screening with a bored, gum-snapping HR intern named Tiffany who knows absolutely nothing about Bakery operations or finance. I am not good at these and my powers to be fun, charming, responsive, and engaging don’t translate well with these. I have run through about five pre-screenings previously for positions which I’ve applied for. I’ve never gotten past this step at the Local Bakery and landed an in-person interview at their offices. Again, I’m not betting the house on this. The opportunity presented itself, and I’m putting it out there for my Guardian Angel to chew on. I wont expend much energy on it until I have more data or information.

It doesn’t look too apocalyptic out. I can still see the BigM sign. But it’s still coming down hard.

I still haven’t used my dryer in 2026. Broke as a joke! Hanging my clothes has been a painless change. The only issue is that I can only do one load of laundry per day, as it takes one day for it to fully dry. Doing more than one load per day is rare for me, so not a big whoop.

I was reminded of that time in the early 90s when I lived with 8 people in a three bedroom walk up apartment. I lived in the dining room. I had my area sectioned off with a drape hung from a rope. Frankly, I think I had the best space because the dining room windows had stained glass accents. Tonight I was watching a YouTube video about a trend in New York City (and perhaps elsewhere?) with something similar. People are slicing up tiny apartments into smaller spaces by building temporary “flex walls”. They’re similar to office cubicle style walls with doors. They only rise up six feet or so and don’t go all the way to the ceiling. We could have used these back in the day, but they hadn’t been invented yet!

It’s happening, boo. The Brown Bakery sent me an emergency alert text telling me to check my email immediately. The only other time I’ve gotten an emergency text was when there was an active shooter on campus! The email says stay home, everything is closed. Eek! Mother is probably spinning in her seat! I’ll call her after my nap.

Morning cackle!

I drank this 10 mg THC raspberry juice seltzer last night – but I only drank half of it because I’m a wimp. I even precisely measured out the ounces in a measuring cup. As one does. It was delicious! It’s made with real raspberry juice. I felt like nothing was happening at first when Mr. K and I were watching a movie – more on that later. But then after he left, things got real loopey. I was wandering around Nappy Knolls for like an hour trying to figure out how to brush my teeth. I kept getting distracted by things or thoughts. I slept like a corpse and feel brand new today. I think the THC cured me of the covid. And no hangover today! I always toy with weed being my drug of choice instead of booze. My old body doesn’t enjoy booze the way it used to, and I rarely drink anymore. Maybe once a month? But I’m kinda nervous about what my best dosage should be. I like a buzz but don’t want to wake up in another country, ya feel me? I think 5 mg is my sweet spot.

I was reading an article about Oscar nominated movies and created my annual list of movies to see. As one does. I’m sure Miss Amy is all over hers. There are only two this year that caught my eye – Sinners and Bugonia. I’ll put their trailers below for y’all.

Sinners is a gorgeous Spielberg-esque Jim Crow-era period piece – think Color Purple – set in Mississippi about two black gangster men who return to their hometown from Chicago with lots of cash and decide to open a juke joint in the heart of KKK country. And they’re twins played by the same actor. And there are vampires. And the movie kinda breaks into being a musical at times. It’s kinda wild! I recommend it. And it’s streaming for free on Prime right now.

Bugonia – which we haven’t watched yet – is a scifi / psychological thriller about whackjob conspiracy theorists who kidnap a woman they suspect is an alien disguised as a human. The lead is played by the ethereal Emma Stone who can do no wrong by me. She seems to work in the strangest, most out-there films that stick to you. Such a talent! It’s getting rave reviews, and I keep seeing ads for it.

At the weed store! Say what?

Were you crawling around on your kitchen floor today, scrubbing your baseboards, and wondering if you eat too much toast today? Me neither.

Doing chores around-the-clock is the only way to stay warm! Did your momma ever tell you to wash the bedding in dish liquid? Dirty pillows! Enquiring minds want to know. And yes, I buy the gallon of dish liquid on-the-cheap at Lowe’s. Or it used to be a gallon. It’s more like a quart now. Shrinkflation. Y’all need to get on Lowe’s for the cheap cleaning and laundry supplies. It’s honestly a game changer. I seem to recall that Mother used a lemon scented dish liquid that came in a yellow container that looked like a column or dumbbell, wider at the base and top. Omg! Thank you internet, I found it! Octagon. Memories. I can’t believe I haven’t splashed the Octagon brain cell with booze yet.

I’ve had a rather unproductive evening. I wasn’t able to get my steps in at the Brown Bakery today. One of the Lunch Gym treadmills is broken, and the gym was crowded with fit youtes. No spots for me. I thought I’d walk at home later, but it’s too cold even indoors. Mr. K convinced me to get my electric couch blankie out. Once that was fired up, I didn’t move for hours. I was going to watch a movie but instead went down a few interesting YouTube rabbit holes. I like learning new things. I’m not too excited about the weekend. We’re supposed to get like forty inches of snow by Monday with arctic blasts of high winds. And I’m still not feeling my best. Perhaps I’ll experiment with some new animation ideas tomorrow.

I can’t remember if I took my dope. So I took it again. While I wait to find out, I’m having a salted caramel cookie to take the edge off.

I live on texas cheese toast now. And I don’t like your judgy looks.

Speaking of 1099s, I somehow made $45 on amazon last year. Also, I received a letter for some unclaimed stripe funds related to a long-dead podcast that I monetized a decade ago. Who can keep track? I’m very busy.