Anxious Ace From Outerspace

beef with the wind

yearning is a science 🌌

4% complete.

8% complete baybeee. This may end up being a long post. Hope you like the colour of the soup.

Slowed down for a minute because vet bills ate up my grocery budget but made it to 20%, baybEEEE.

Whoops I slowed down but BAM, 25%. I'm gonna make a comeback baybeeEEEE.

I AM BECOMING SO POWERFUL

I am also linking my soup planning doc because I can, and it's easier than tagging all of them individually.

Have I lost all my followers yet? NOT YET. Time for more soups. I'm up to 70 now.

Earlier, I forgot to include a photo of my cock-a-leekie-soup (#57) - pictured above as the first one of this set - and also I MADE TARATOR TWICE by accident so I've struck one from the record since I'm trying to make 100 soups here, not 99 and one twice.

A new bowl approaches. Bought myself some soup bowls from the 70s with goofy little geese on them for my own birthday (though I did not get them in time for my miyeok-guk), because what else is free will for. This puts me at 86. I JUST MIGHT MAKE IT? SOMEHOW?

How am I at 92? ALL MY LIFE I'VE BEEN A QUITTER.

The tailors at Colonial Williamsburg made a suit for their cat

“Unfortunately for me there was a hole through the floor close to the fireplace, just large enough for the cat to pass down; after making some efforts to get rid of the clothes, and failing, pussy descended through the hole and disappeared; the floor was tight and the house underpinned with brick, so there was no chance of pursuit. I consoled myself with a hope that the cat would extricate itself from its incumbrance, but not so; night came and I had made on a good fire and seated myself for some two or three hours after dark, when who should make their appearance but my master and mistress and two young men, all in good humor, with two or three bottles of rum. After all were seated around the fire, who should appear amongst us but the cat in his uniform. I was struck speechless, the secret was out and had no chance of concealing; the cat was caught, the whole work inspected and the question asked, is this your day’s work? I was obliged to answer in the affirmative; I would then have been willing to take a good whipping, and let it stop there, but no, to complete my mortification the clothes were carefully taken off the cat and hung up in the shop for the inspection of all customers that came in.”

The public fridge

I laughed way too hard at this

OOOHHH CLICK ON THAT LINK THIS GUY IS FUCKING GREAT

this guy GETS IT

International cat day is today! /ᐠ˵- ⩊ -˵マ

Make her BIGGER if you aren’t a coward 

Boom.

Please just for the love of pie do not begin and end with boobs

The wonderfully trippy 1970-80s art of New Zealand artist Mike Hinge 1931-2003

Go draw the horror porn and be free.

we should all be more like david cronenberg and write fucked up stuff. For Funsies