For everyone asking about the sketch on the left: Y'know, he IS a cop; he may have to disguise himself for undercover work or something.

At last! My rocket launcher has arrived! Mr. Fudd is in for quite the surprise the next time he sees me...

This guy must've been scarred for life when they got to "The Lady, or the Tiger?" in language arts class.

Perhaps they have an octal system, where "10" is our "8."

Turtle: Dang! Is it always this warm up here?

Still close to $3,000, but now it's from the other side.

Oh, and I just now realized it's "Chittenden," not "Crittenden":

Don't forget to include all the competitions that will take place *after* you start your marathon.

Hmm. I follow about a third of the people you do, and it still sometimes takes more than an hour to scroll through my "following" feed. I'm not sure how I'd get through something that's dramatically more active.

It's ironic that while I don't much like olives, olive *oil* is actually quite good. Especially when you can dip your bread in it.

Perhaps the AI is just into guys.

I dunno...cats do bond with their caretakers, which suggests that on some level they know you like them.

youtu.be/lPj5gORYHDQ?...

I used it this morning, so I believe the feature is still there.

The "P" box indicates that it's a premium feature; there's no microtransaction since it should be included in your subscription.

Non-premium users can go up to 2x, I believe.

The post is from March 2025, so unless whoever named this cat is a soothsayer, the name doesn't refer to Defunctland's latest video. My guess would be @jennynicholson.bsky.social, who has *two* long park videos.

Oh, definitely. I was visiting a mall with my parents years ago, and antique vendors had set up a sales event. One of them had thousands of postcards to sell. They also appeal to people who collect things related to the subject on the cards (like places, or travel, or cats).

In the late 80s I was goofing around with a friend's aircraft carrier simulator. With the plane on the deck, I set the controls to pitch down, then launched. It did a nosedive off the bow like it was made out of lead. I still chuckle at this today.

The eagle's thinking, "My friends are never going to believe this."

He: "I could write a prompt for that in like five seconds."
She: "Shut up, already."

Ceiling bird is silently judging you.