Edgar Allan Poe had a beloved pet cat named Catterina. The affectionate feline would climb up and roost on Poe’s shoulders while he wrote. She would remain there, observed a visitor, “purring as if in complacent approval of the work proceeding under [her] supervision.”
one watermelon fresh from the manure fields your spookiness
It’s that time of year again.
the majestic flapflaps…
Wait, are those breaching mantas?
no they are the majestic flapflapsAnd even if they’re not, they’re not Mantas either — they’re the relatively closely related Devil Ray (Mobula spp.), a genus of rays known for their propensity to breach in quite a spectacular manner.
Wise 8-Bit Man Of The Mountain
[yes I know about 0. 255 is still the 256th number though, and that is the number that the old man knows of.]