Cat.

I work for an AI company that’s dying out. We’re trying to charge companies $30k a year and upwards for basically chatgpt plus a few shoddily built integrations. You can build the same things we’re doing with Zapier, at around $35 a month. The management are baffled as to why we’re not closing any of our deals, and it’s SO obvious to me - we’re too fucking expensive and there’s nothing unique with our service.

On the flip side, the ukulele community is so open and friendly, helped me stick with a hobby I sucked at to begin with, and now I’ve released actual music!

The excitement when you get a monocot though…

Actually I use it as a starting point for fungi. Seek will usually get me to the genus, and from there I can cross reference various books to narrow it down. Hell, sometimes it’ll give me an exact match, and then I just have to perform a yes or no ID with my field guides. That being said, I mostly end up with no, I’m shit scared of all amanitas and most mushrooms just aren’t tasty enough to warrant the effort.

But then how much time have you saved not having to receipt the receipts.

And the non kitten fellows! We wanted a third cat after adopting two kittens years ago. We were so over the erratic nature combined with the roll the dice luck of whether they were floor pissers, plant eaters, etc, so we decided to look for adult cats. The only one the shelter had was this mongy manky stray who was estimated to be 5 years old. When we went in the adoption room with her, she looked at us and did a massive wet shit that made us all evacuate the room. Her adoption photos make her look mangy, aloof, old, dirty, and distant, not to mention smelly.

Later, when the poo particles had settled, we went back in and picked her up. She sank into my arms and I just knew… I cried and couldn’t bear to let her go.

Four years on, her shaggy fur has became soft, her distant eyes started slow blinking and showing emotion, her little frame filled out and she became an absolute hellhound for dinner time. When you walk in the door, no matter who you are (literally, you could be a burglar), she will run up to you and do this silent meow asking to be picked up. When you hold her, she purrs so much her body shakes and she drools until her face is dripping. She will climb into bed and play little spoon at night, and she loves laps all times of the day.

We’ve had her 4 years and she no longer does wet shits, but is the same loving cat that melted when someone held her and showed her love. She converted me to older cats.

Oh darn and I was just about to

That was a great read!

Woah. Yeah this is fascinating shit. I kinda like the husbands style tbh, I’d defo ask for my hubs skull back to display if it was an option (which it definitely isn’t, as he’s alive).

Omg yes the ear protection. I never paid attention to the warnings, it was just a loud club on a random Thursday after all. I was too young to realize the compounding effect. Even now I look back and feel like my partying and exposure to loud fun was mild, yet here I am with partial hearing loss and a portable white noise generator.

I have so many questions but I’m high, so, can you just write more about your job please? I’m fascinated.

I absolutely feel the same. Notice how you had to point out you’re left leaning? That just shows how militant and aggressive Lemmy can be that you have to state that just in case.

I like Lemmy, I just wish it was a little less stubborn (and I say that as a left leaning person).

They have a whole process for that, some emails were REALLY problematic

We use it for our friend group, as we have pub nights, group meals, vacations etc. we also all do each other’s cat care when we’re out of town, so we have a channel devoted to pet photos etc. works well enough for us.

Fun fact: I got to access to his email through my job once. It’s insane the amount of dumb fuckery people will email. One person had cc’d his email on a whole thread of emails stalking some woman.

He’s got the friendliest face omg

Cat 1: adopted from someone on Reddit who had taken in a preggo stray.
Cat 2: adopted from a shelter, was found in a hoarder house.
Cat 3: adopted from a shelter, was found in a Penske truck.
Foster cat: appeared on our window ledge, theory is she was dumped with her litter outside the pet shop nearby.

I’m anticipating more rescues in our future because people are selfish assholes who think spaying is cruel, but are totally ok with overpopulating the world with cats that don’t receive adequate care and often die lonely.

High as balls cat 3 (Fran) after her gabapentin fueled vet day.

Working titles of Twiglet and Sassy Anne. Hubs likes the latter, mainly so he can call her Sass-quatch.

Sweet baby!