Sometimes you need something silly to smile.

the kitten Belphegor

WHY is it SO HARD to get my Kobo to RECOGNIZE A DANG TITLE CHANGE. I FINALLY got it to say "The Story Girl" instead of just "Story Girl" (I'd made the mistake of calling the Word doc that and not changing it before converting it to epub) and now I'm trying to change it to "The Story Girl: The Maudience Edition" (figured I might as well get that out of the way early since it's SUCH AN ORDEAL APPARENTLY) and it WILL NOT CHANGE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.

So it seems the problem is that the title isn't changing in the file either? Even though it shows up with the new one in Calibre? I made a copy of the file and tried changing the title in Sigil but that messed up the table of contents and possibly other things so I'd rather not have to do that. I updated Calibre in hopes that would help but NOPE. WHY CAN'T ONE SINGLE THING IN MY LIFE BE EASY??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? AND WHY DID IT WORK FOR THE "THE" BUT NOTHING ELSE??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

I FINALLY GOT IT TO WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For some reason what did it was opening the file in the editing program from Calibre rather than on its own. Unless that was a coincidence and it was just its time. WHO KNOWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHY is it SO HARD to get my Kobo to RECOGNIZE A DANG TITLE CHANGE. I FINALLY got it to say "The Story Girl" instead of just "Story Girl" (I'd made the mistake of calling the Word doc that and not changing it before converting it to epub) and now I'm trying to change it to "The Story Girl: The Maudience Edition" (figured I might as well get that out of the way early since it's SUCH AN ORDEAL APPARENTLY) and it WILL NOT CHANGE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.

So it seems the problem is that the title isn't changing in the file either? Even though it shows up with the new one in Calibre? I made a copy of the file and tried changing the title in Sigil but that messed up the table of contents and possibly other things so I'd rather not have to do that. I updated Calibre in hopes that would help but NOPE. WHY CAN'T ONE SINGLE THING IN MY LIFE BE EASY??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? AND WHY DID IT WORK FOR THE "THE" BUT NOTHING ELSE??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Ligers Sibertai Vesta

🐱 Neva Masquerade

📸 Koshchina [Ligers Sibertai]

🎨 Blue Tabby Point with White

david jenkins was allowed a cameo on the ship only because he could look as bitchy as the rest of them

baby, baby, baby...

finally settled on a tin woodman design i actually like + bonus fyter

The Kansas Industrialist, Manhattan, October 18, 1916

Immortalized. Real photo postcard from my collection, no date/info.

some more oz stuff #yaaaay

I love that he improvised with any old thing for the pedestals.

Dearborn was up on my work desk in the bedroom early this morning, pretending she didn't know that knocking pens and lip balms around on the glass surface would wake me up and irritate me. She doesn't do it regularly and I try to ensure that by taking an angry tone when I call her name. If I have to get up to physically remove her from the desk, I make sure she doesn't get a reward in the form of refilling their nearby half-empty kibble bowl. (She doesn't even eat the kibble if I do that, she just likes seeing it happen. Which, I watch cooking shows sometimes, so I guess I get that.)

But sometimes I will go to the kitchen to make myself a little snack or do some 3am baking, because I'm awake and if I take ten minutes to mix up some dough or batter, halfway through my workday I can make delicious fresh pizza or nice pastry, like a waffle or a popover. Dearborn recognizes when Dad's morning is about to have a change of venue and she knows there's a chance I'll sit down on the sofa, which is the designated Dearborn Cuddles event space, so she'll excitedly run ahead to make sure I understand her enthusiasm for this possibility.

But this morning, after I dumped her off the desk, she timed it wrong. She started to run ahead of me just as I stepped away from the desk, and my foot as I pivoted was perfectly timed to punt her off her feet.

It wasn't a kick, she didn't skid or fall over. My foot came up under her belly between her front and back legs and just hooked all seven pounds of her aloft. She went sailing through the air, much to the horror of both myself and her sister, who promptly leapt off the bed and hid in the closet because Dad just levitated Deebs. That girl got hang time. She might have set a record for longest unaided flight by a cat. I didn't even see her land because there weren't any lights on, she just flew into the outer darkness of the bedroom hallway.

I checked her over and she's fine, now resting across my ankles at the foot of my bed. She doesn't seem hurt physically or even mad at me. It happened so fast she might not have realized it was me who fired her past the goalposts. She might think gravity just went sideways for a few seconds. Cats don't always have a firm grasp of physics and it's not like I habitually attempt to make field goals with mine.

I feel bad, but the sight of her flying wildly into the shadows is less traumatic and more comedic than it probably should be. Poor little tortie kickball.

he has such a strange eating body