aerialsquid reblogged your post and added:

I assume your wardrobe contains violet?

I heard the Dar Williams song (February, that is) today and thought of you, Sam. (I also suspect that the song is using February as a metaphor for depression.)

I’d never heard it! I have to admit I kind of cracked up at the first line because I was expecting Super Sad Indie Folk Rock and then the first line is like “I threw your keys in the water” which is such a funny way to describe a breakup. 

akatonbo replied to your post “Hi Sam! I wanted to say THANK YOU for introducing me to the windytime...”

I, too, am grateful, since I found the one for my timezone that way. Kind of wish it were every 30 minutes instead of every 15, but either way it's useful as heck.

I think they’re automated -- you could probably send them an ask (if they check their inbox) and ask about setting up a half-hour one. 

franks23 replied to your post “Inform Polk that Dearborn is also the pretty one”

I love your cats.

I’m very fond of them myself :D 

demerite replied to your post “Inform Polk that Dearborn is also the pretty one”

Deebs' lil feet omg I'm screaming ��

She has adorable back feet, she looks like she’s wearing little velvet black socks! 

kissmeagainarthas replied to your photo “Dearborn’s under-the-couch camo sneak attack is met with derision by...”

Deebs: "And then...the PAWS came for my beloved sister!" Polk: "...sure they did."

SHE STALKS IN THE NIGHT....WITH PAWS! 

brilliant-starlight replied to your photo “Dearborn’s under-the-couch camo sneak attack is met with derision by...”

If it makes her feel better, you can tell Deebs that if I didn't already know she was there and she attacked my ankle from that position, she 110% would make me yelp. +10 camouflage and sneaky points, Dearborn.

Yeah, she gets me ALL THE TIME with this move -- those paws were originally meant for me. She hides under there while I’m fixing dinner, then when I sit down to eat she reaches out and grabs my heel just before I sit :D 

aerialsquid reblogged your photo and added:

Your cats are named…I love it.

Most of the clientele were wearing masks, primarily the mass-produced domino ones you could buy for cheap at the store. A few went the extra mile and had ones with rhinestones or sweeping feathers that bobbed as they moved around the room.

Meanwhile, the waitresses wore slinky dresses, bright wigs, and thicker makeup than Aunt Harriet’s gossipy friends. They were notably on the tall side, many of them towered over the heads of the seated guests they brought drinks to, between a combination of abnormally large height and tall heels.

“Welcome to Snapdragon... I promise, most of them don’t bite.” (X)