Time Keeps on Slippin³ Into The Future

"(Tick Tock Tick) Doo Doo Doo-Doo"

 Friday night. It's lovely and quiet. Willow and I spent a lot of quality time in the yard. She was sniffing at things and occasionally playing with me which entails running at full speed across the yard and back again. She also likes to run between my legs. She either finds it hilarious or 

Backyard on 4.3.2026
she knows (and also finds hilarious) the terror I hold that she might see a squirrel as she is running between my legs. 

So, I am alternating between terror and belly laughs, when I look up into a Douglas fir on my property. And there it is, big as life. 

I pull out my camera and start snapping. No telling how long he'd been there. We were outside for 45 minutes. S/he just sat there looking majestic. Fearing Willow might spook the animal, I coaxed her inside. I snapped the image above from my living room window. 

It's been a stupidly long week. A good week, but extraordinarily lonnnnnnnnnng. That said.  .   .   Wait, did I just hear that the US sent agents into Greenland last year to try and destabilize the country? Any story you make up about this administration will fall short of reality--to be outdone by their actions every bloody time.
Anything anyone would write about what we are living through would not even seem plausible in an Eskimo North BBS' Time Tunnel fanfic page page. No one would find it plausible, not even the Fabulous Freak Brothers after staying awake for 3 days at a Dead/Phish concert in Humboldt. Uninteresting fact: When I used to use Chat!Chat!Chat! back in the day,  my avatar was Fat Freddy's Cat ("FFC"). I miss those simpler days. I read so many of these comics before I was in 6th grade, its not surprising my child brain moved from the idea that drugs were a scourge to smoking pot in the woods between Skyway and Bryn Mawr before ever getting to 7th grade. I can still see John Reed and Sean Mitchell, handing me their joint, shocked I would accept their offer of getting high. Still, I learned valuable lessons from that cat, like fuck Nazi cockroaches and always check for cat shit in your shoes. 

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