I mean... It's kind of a good idea. Ride that 'so fucked it's cool ' wave. Can't wait to watch influencers invest yet again.

No. I did that once (as a middle class person too proud to accept daddy's help) and it was fucking awful. I lasted 8 months before I had to consult Bank of Dad, which I'm pretty impressed by, but everything about it sucked. I would steal loaves of bread from bakeries at 4am, as they'd leave them outside to cool. I'd go to late night chippies and make up stories about being on a great adventure for charity so they'd give me free chips, I'd buy my clothes from a market that sold soiled and ripped clothing donated from fast fashion stores, and I'd hand sew them back to acceptability so I could wear them. We'd dumpster dive, forage, and beg, and it still wasn't enough. Rent started going on credit cards, I discovered new addictions I couldn't afford just to cope with the pain of no heating, shitty food, and a general feeling of desperation. And I had a fucking safety net, I was nowhere near the suffering of most people at this kind of poverty line.

Elon is a rich prick. I got a momentary taste of poverty and it was fucking awful. He would have caved in a day.

Turns out I cannot buy one of those.

Yeah, other than an upgrade 😄

And the non kitten fellows! We wanted a third cat after adopting two kittens years ago. We were so over the erratic nature combined with the roll the dice luck of whether they were floor pissers, plant eaters, etc, so we decided to look for adult cats. The only one the shelter had was this mongy manky stray who was estimated to be 5 years old. When we went in the adoption room with her, she looked at us and did a massive wet shit that made us all evacuate the room. Her adoption photos make her look mangy, aloof, old, dirty, and distant, not to mention smelly.

Later, when the poo particles had settled, we went back in and picked her up. She sank into my arms and I just knew... I cried and couldn't bear to let her go.

Four years on, her shaggy fur has became soft, her distant eyes started slow blinking and showing emotion, her little frame filled out and she became an absolute hellhound for dinner time. When you walk in the door, no matter who you are (literally, you could be a burglar), she will run up to you and do this silent meow asking to be picked up. When you hold her, she purrs so much her body shakes and she drools until her face is dripping. She will climb into bed and play little spoon at night, and she loves laps all times of the day.

We've had her 4 years and she no longer does wet shits, but is the same loving cat that melted when someone held her and showed her love. She converted me to older cats.

This is insane.

I do however want to segue into an idea I had for a new doorbell. Basically when you press the button, instead of immediately ringing inside the house, a pre recorded voice asks a series of questions. Then, AI analyzes the answers against your set of rules and determines if the person is allowed to be interrupting you. Imagine a sales person ringing your doorbell and getting you asking "hey what's this about? Is she expecting you?' And then declining to ring the doorbell and asking them to leave. My cats would be thrilled.

1. stop hoarding wealth
2. 1 but louder

My company had a feedback meeting (wasn't planned, but the staff are just that fed up), and it was spicy. We've not received pay reviews, management never let us give them feedback, people feel demotivated and unheard.

The CEO's solution? A new 'cameras always on' policy. SMH

Holy shit that's a horrifying number. And this is just the pregnancies. I have no words other than FUCK TEXAS.

This guy needs to win an all expenses paid trip to view the Titanic.

She did. Just a little bit because too much makes her shart, but a crumb or two never hurts.