screaming into the void

Not sure why 90% of my dash is animals this morning as opposed to the usual 50-60% but I'm not complaining

Truth in Advertising but like... not for ethical reasons. I mean, obviously the ethical reasons matter, but also because it drives me a bit mad to process something that I know to be false. If every media source is going to force-feed me advertisements, at least don't let them make my brain itch.

I'm pretty sure Lily Mayne is responsible for >90% of the times I laughed in the last month since I discovered her work.

My natural whimsy levels are extremely low, but apparently a large portion of that is dedicated to mentally (without making a conscious choice) referring to a cat named Todd (not just anyone named Todd, a specific cat named Todd) as 'Toddimus' as if the name had Latin origins (it's Middle English).

I love the way that all of Agatha Christie's detective inspectors relate to her protagonists, but ESPECIALLY Miss Marple. They always start out somewhat skeptical the first time they meet her, like "Oh, this is that nosy old lady that my friend told me about, I guess I'll humor her," and by the end of the mystery they're her adopted nephews and they would die for her, they would kill for her, they would do whatever she says and she's always right and she can do whatever she wants forever.