I graduated with 86 sheep, I was the black one

Back at it again, on a gray Thursday morning. The Beautiful One is making the kitties their breakfast. Once that’s on the ground, I’ll make the coffee. Podrick eats on the floor, Pippin eats in her private dining room (bedroom).

Coffee has been made.

The bots love me. They come in waves, then disappear for a couple of weeks, then invade again. I don’t know what information they’re scraping, but I’m just I just bore the bots to death and it takes a couple weeks for the new more resilient bots to emerge from wherever in the matrix they are born into existence.

And that’s how you fill a mediocre post with an image to give it length, and look important.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.