Me and my gf way back in the day trapped a stray kitten once.

It was living under a car. We put little piles of dry food out for it for a few days, gradually moving the pile further and further away from his hiding place. Then one day we made a little trail of food leading to a carry box that we filled with food. Once we heard it chomping away inside, we crept up and slammed the door shut. It felt like a scene out of a cartoon lol

Little thing freaked out and clawed at the door and cried for a while. But once we took it into the house and out of the summer heat, it was very happy.

Note, I am neither an experienced pet owner nor a trapper. I just like telling this story hehe

Edit: …what pronouns do you use for a kitten from decades ago whose sex you don’t remember?

My sense is it’s getting at “what’s an overated candy flavor”

I thought most hoes would be quite easy to plow

When referring to a difficult task: “That’s a tough road to hold”, or “a tough road to hoe”, or “a tough road to [travel on]” or “a tough road to… [trails off awkwardly…]”, or just “a tough road”.

It’s a tough row to hoe.

It’s an agricultural metaphor. The row is a line of dirt in a field where you plant seeds. You use a hoe to dig the lines, remove weeds, and create little holes where you drop the seeds. Hoeing may be difficult if the soil is too hard or too full of rocks and weeds. Such a row would be a tough one to hoe.

Whatever it was, I forgot what it was today

Me, looking for technical writing jobs after writing a highly fucking technical dissertation: I have a PhD but I’m pretty burned out on being a try-hard so I’m just looking for a straightforward 9-to-5.

Them: We’re worried you’ll be bored.

Me: Anyone would get bored doing this, at least I’ll be good at it.

Them: No.

I swear a social studies teacher told us that most rivers tend to flow north to south. Young impressionable child I was, I of course filed it away as a long-term core memory – right there next to PEMDAS, FOIL, and so on.

Then I mentioned it in college and got fucking embarrassed.

Search engine challenge of the day: Find another source for this behavior.

Yeah, outrageous headline, obvious hypocrisy. But if you read to the end, the article is basically in support of it:

But let’s get real: both sides of the political aisle are pointing fingers and making things worse. Trump and Vance have their supporters, while the Democrats are no strangers to throwing some fiery jabs themselves.

One side is spreading lies. The other side is calling bullshit – but that’s rude, so BoTh SiDeS aRe aT fAuLt.

Does it need to be online and continuous?

Hot take of the day: academia doesn’t need social media.

“Have you thought about a postdoc? Well how about second postdoc?”

I casually bicycle around town and like to see who I can keep up with to test how fast I am. More and more folks have ebikes now and it’s getting way less fun.

I encourage others to seek treatment for mental health issues if ever necessary, and I’ve heard a few success stories of people who got the help they needed from a psychiatric inpatient stay. But I’ll be honest, shit like this really worries me.

I’ve been living with depression for many years now. It terrifies me to imagine what a full-blown crisis would be like – not just because of what I might do, but also because of what the health care system might do to me.

Vector also wears a gold chain and headphones all the time

Hey… This is Moe Szyslak’s enemies list! They just deleted his name and put Nixon’s!

Banned from club: penguins

Shout-out to all my homies who are tired all day, avoid screens before bed, read for a bit, journal, do mindful meditation, and take melatonin, but nonetheless lie in bed staring at their eyelids for 2 hours before slipping into a kind of restless unconsciousness that’s too long and groggy to be a nap but too short to be a refreshing night of sleep.

H₀, H₁, and H_bruh