Humans have stripes that are invisible to us. However, cats can see our stripes.

Wait. Please explain. How is DNA inside me, a verifiable human, not human?

Gosh, the micromoments of shame really really hits home

Lord Almighty, I am not lazy.

While yes, it looks like I’m sitting there on my phone, my functional part is screaming at me. Get up. Go do the thing. Do your work. You wanna get fired? Get up. Get the fuck up… As I click on another meme or post or video.

This drives me insane. The 5 gal jugs are so cheap to refill and keep using. I used one of those with a hand pump and a thin 1.5 gal jugs for my fridge for constant cold water when I lived where tap water wasn’t doable. It was like 10¢ a gallon to refill the jugs and I always had delicious cold water at the ready. There is absolutely no need to create so much waste

Test

Ed, Edd, and Eddie

Courage the Cowardly Dog

Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

The whole album Days of Future’s Past by the Moody Blues (with the London orchestra)

I feel like Mr. Bones’ Wild Ride could qualify. If only in a sort of existential crisis kind of way.

Maybe Loss?

I ran up to my mom once, completely serious and said, “Mom! I know why all fat people are short. They use up all their skin!”

I felt like a genius until she laughed so hard she fell on the floor and peed a little.