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hallie.bsky.social
She/her. My account is cats and knitting with occasional birds, books, and thoughts. Former book store clerk, accountant, manager. Former public school English teacher. Current tech writer. My exoplanet is GJ 581c.m. I’m contrary and a hopeless idealist.
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How my disaster movie starts: "hey, why are there so many contrails up there?"

Everyday is Sunday behind the couch. #catsky

So, as a genX-er, I was without consistent access to television from 1986-1998 and thus have odd gaps in my cultural knowledge. Question (complimentary): I just started watching Twin Peaks, and I'm wondering how the heck this show was shown on network television?

ASMR at the car wash with Tracy Chapman in the background.

#showmeyourknits lace week. One of the first garments I attempted was the Iguazu Falls vest from Barbara Benson's book, Big Yarn, Beautiful Lace Knits.

Are you sticking your tongue out at me, sir, and swishing your tail? #caturday #catsky

There are two cats in this picture.

Sometimes you gotta aim to misbehave. 🧶

🧶 Finally blocking! It took almost three months, with a few small projects in between. Stephen West's Glowhair Shawl. #knitsky #westknits #hiberknitalong

It cold.

I'm just happy to announce that my nephew and niece-in-law welcomed their first baby today, though their cats may have opinions of their own. There are some bright spots in the universe, and I'm choosing to focus on the people who matter to me right now.

Cats. They are so lucky. Their biggest worry is that the sunbeam may move.

Is it petty to stop watching The Lincoln Lawyer because when Cisco reveals that the name of his former bike gang is "The Road Saints" someone literally LOLd--asking for a friend

Sobbing. I could not put this book down. A reminder that terrible choices are sometimes all we have left, and maybe that's okay, but maybe we don't have to accept what the world is giving us.

Escaping the horrors of *waves hands around* all this for a good horror story.

Winston is being tested. He. Really. Wants. To. Pounce.

Your honor, I ate the fur that the human had just pulled off the brush she was using to brush me because I need to yak a hairball in a strategic position later.

Driveway shoveled, nowhere to go.

Squirrel in snow. Alas, the blueberries I left out earlier are all gone.

Just found out Saquon Barkley shares my birthday? Well, dang. I might have to give a fig about this game after all.

I mean, some of its stories are ok, but the Wensleydale has better jokes.