October 15th, 2025
posted by [syndicated profile] xkcd_feed at 04:00am on 15/10/2025

Posted by Sarah Brown

What started as one purrfect adoption quickly turned into a double serving of adorable chaos. This couple had everything ready for their new kitten, the toys, the treats, and the coziest little bed. But then fate decided one ball of fluff just wasn't enough. Their soon-to-be furry family member had a bonded brother, and suddenly their plans (and wallets) needed to make room for twice the cuteness.

They talked it over for days. Two cats meant double the food, vet visits, and hairballs. But it also meant double the love, double the snuggles, and no lonely meows while their humans worked hybrid hours. The more they saw photos and videos of the kittens curled up together, the clearer it became. These two were a packaged deal straight from the heart.

In the end, their hearts made the choice their heads were already leaning toward. The rescue even lowered the fee, helping seal the deal. Now, two tiny troublemakers are ready to rule the roost, filling their home with endless purrs, playtime, and a love big enough for two.

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posted by [syndicated profile] notalwaysright_feed at 08:00pm on 15/10/2025

Posted by Sarah Brown

There's something magical about orange cats in golden hour. When the sunlight hits their fur, they transform into glowing, purring sunsets, basking like tiny celestial beings made of warmth and mischief. They stretch across windowsills, squint at the horizon, and soak up every last golden ray as if they personally ordered it from the universe.

Orange cats don't just nap in the sun, they own it. Their coats shimmer like honey, their eyes gleam like melted amber, and every whisker seems to sparkle with smug satisfaction. Some say they're recharging their chaos energy, while others believe they're simply practicing their modeling poses for the next viral meme. Either way, no one soaks up sunshine with such majestic flair.

As the light fades, they curl up in cozy puddles of warmth, their golden fur still glowing from the day's sunshine. Each soft sigh and gentle purr feels like the universe slowing down for a moment of peace. Golden hour might be short, but these radiant little sunbathers make it feel eternal. They remind us that sometimes happiness is as simple as a sunbeam, a nap, and the quiet hum of contentment.

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posted by [syndicated profile] notalwaysright_feed at 07:00pm on 15/10/2025

Posted by Not Always Right

Read Gringo Bingo

Customer: "You know, if you speak Spanish to them, word will get around, and then this will become a Mexican bar. You don't want that."
I just stare at him, waiting for him to realize what he said isn't cool.
Customer: *Getting defensive.* "What? I'm just saying."

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Posted by Laurent Shinar

Cats are stubborn. A phrase that resonates with pretty much every single feline pawrent in the world, it cannot be denied that when a cat wants to get their way, there is little that anyone can do to change their feelings. However, we have a story for you today that is going to shatter those preconceived notions and usher in an age of adopting kittens to correct the bad behaviors of senior cattos.

Now, it should be made very clear that this act can have the desired effect, but it can also have the complete opposite effect and instead of your senior cat learning some manners, your cute kitten begins to turn into a tiny terror. But those are the odds you play with when taking such a big bet on a tiny catto changing the status quo in your home. So prepraw to be amazed by the heartwarming feline-filled story we have in store, but be warned that it is not always this way.
 

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posted by [syndicated profile] notalwaysright_feed at 05:55pm on 15/10/2025

Posted by Not Always Right

Read When It’s Time To Pizz-a Out

About ten years ago, during my first full-time job out of college, I had a boss who decided she hated me. I'm not completely sure why, but she would go out of her way to make my life miserable. 

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posted by [syndicated profile] notalwaysright_feed at 05:45pm on 15/10/2025

Posted by Not Always Right

Read Don’t Stress, Guess!

Guy: "Oh, and two mac 'n cheese."
My mind grinds to a halt. Mac and Cheese isn't exactly very common around here in the first place, but ... well, this is a BURGER place, and they don't have any mac'n'cheese.

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Posted by Not Always Right

Read The Birds, Bees, Butts, And Belly Buttons

Adorable Children

A mother and her little girl are checking out in my lane. The little girl is yammering away the way all toddlers do, but then she stops talking, fixates on me with a hard stare, and then asks me:
Little Girl: "Do babies come out of your belly button or your butt?"
This causes me to pause for a moment, but her mother just keeps loading items onto the belt. Either she didn't hear or didn't care.

Read The Birds, Bees, Butts, And Belly Buttons

posted by [syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed at 05:05pm on 15/10/2025

Posted by Athena Scalzi

Stick out your tongue and say “ahh!” for author Caitlin Starling’s newest gothic novel, The Graceview Patient. Follow along in her Big Idea as she recounts all of her real-life experiences in the wild world of hospitals that led to the inspiration and creation of this medically based horror story.

CAITLIN STARLING:

I feel like I’ve written a variation on this essay several times already, for various purposes and varied audiences. At first, I felt a little embarrassed–for my past works I’ve had a wide spread of topics to write about–but then I realized that this focusing effect really proves there is one Big Idea behind The Graceview Patient:

how stressful, complicated, and terrifying being a patient is.

My own hospitalization was almost routine. I had a kid. I very dramatically had a kid, but even without the drama, I would have been treated to at least a day or two inpatient, and that might have been enough to plant the seed that would become The Graceview Patient. It is a credit to my care team that the drama was manageable; I came out of a thirty-six hour induced labor (iv penicillin sucks, by the way), an urgent c-section with a surprise failed epidural, lots of meds being slammed into my veins very quickly, and some light hemorrhaging, and some strange blood pressure wonkiness feeling pretty okay with what had gone down.

This, I suspect, is not the norm.

And why should it be? Being reminded of the fallibility and idiosyncrasies of your body, being confronted with your mortality, having to cede control and even awareness, occasionally, of your physical self–it sucks. If anybody claims it doesn’t, I have questions. I do not like the missing time I still have between when the midazolam really hit me post-delivery and coming back to a very unreliably shaky body in the recovery room, even though I’m also very glad I was not aware of a lot of went down in the interim. It’s a funny story in hindsight, but it wasn’t great watching the IV tech try to get better access for a blood transfusion and fail because my veins decided to collapse every time she got near. Getting that blood transfusion (eventually) was great for experiential research, and the weird red phone we had to lift off the hook so that the door out of the NICU would slowly open is a fantastic sensory detail, but, on the whole, I wish we could’ve skipped both.

And that’s a lot of what being a patient is, right? Things we wish we could skip over. I was raised accompanying my mother to clinics and visiting her during hospital stays. She had AIDS, and it was the 90s, and she got to try a lot of experimental regimens. Some worked. Some didn’t. Some royally sucked the whole way through. Maybe having a front seat to all of that is part of why I’ve had this fascination with medicine my whole life, or why I feel oddly comforted being inside a hospital even when the specific experiences I have aren’t the best.

At any rate, I think we can safely say that I am drawn to writing about the body. About the medical. I’ve written Victorian surgeons (The Death of Jane Lawrence) and ill-advised enucleations (Last to Leave the Room) and logistically reasonable but capitalistically horrifying bowel surgeries (The Luminous Dead). Now, for The Graceview Patient, I decided to go all in.

It was time to write a hospital book. A gothic, in particular. The hospital as haunted house, as living setting, as mystery and threat and enticement.

And I immediately was hit by a problem. I did not want to make the doctors and nurses and techs and hospital staff evil. That’s often the way it goes: the sinister nurse, the sadistic doctor. Both bother me a great deal. We already have a lot of tension here in the US when it comes to medicine. It seems like, after a brief wave of treating healthcare workers like heroes (note: the definition and practice of that treatment deserves some discussion too, but perhaps not here), we overcorrected all the way towards disdain and distrust. I did not want to add to that.

I did add a potentially sinister pharmaceutical rep (my conscience allows that much), but even with Adam in play, I probably didn’t entirely succeed. I think, to write a hospital horror novel that avoided those tropes entirely, it would need to be from the perspective of the hospital staff themselves. Writing a book about a patient immediately creates an adversarial set up. Meg, our protagonist, has entrusted her care to people who come and go on shift, who have more insight into her body than she does at many points, that can administer medications that influence her perception of the world. And in a horror novel, the whole point is to delve into that adversity. To explicate on the terror and dread and risk of it all.

To reveal exactly how I solved this dilemma is, frustratingly, too far into spoiler territory for a release week essay. But I can say, at minimum: Meg’s care team are, first and foremost, trying to do their jobs. Meg will admit to you in the first chapter that she is unreliable. Oh, she’s trying her best. She is desperate to sort of fact from fiction, reality from hallucination. But she is, to put it bluntly, Going Through It. Even outside the realm of horror fiction, being a patient is extremely difficult. ICU delirium is a real thing. It’s easy to get disoriented, to grow frightened or angry or withdrawn. A good care team takes steps to ameliorate the problem, but there’s a limit. Hospitals are designed to help before they’re designed to be comfortable. The lights will stay on. The noise will continue. No, you can’t sleep through the night. Yes, it will eventually take its toll.

Something might be haunting Meg. Something might be haunting the entire hospital. There may be a grand conspiracy against her. Or…

Or maybe not. Maybe she’s just suffering. Maybe she’s confused. Maybe, in that confusion, she’s perpetrated horrible things herself. Care is difficult. Healing is not linear. And trust is fragile.


The Graceview Patient: Amazon|Barnes & Noble|Bookshop|Books-a-Million|Powell’s|Midslumber Media|Macmillan

Author socials:  Website|Bluesky|Instagram

Posted by Mariel Ruvinsky

We don't know about the rest of you, but we have decided that, no matter how tired we have been lately, it is time for us to focus on self-improvement and purrfecting new skills. We have considered picking up a new instrument or maybe learning a new sport, but no, at the end of the day, we have decided that the best thing to invest our time in is purrfecting the art of… resting. Now, don't laugh. Because it matters. Making the best out of every peaceful second that we have is very, very important. And the best way to start any moment of rest is, of course, with a bunch of funny cat memes

Scrolling through a bunch of pawsome cat memes first thing in the morning or right before bed ensures you wake up or go to sleep with a smile. Gently giggling at silly cat memes like these is the best thing that you can do for your mental health, it's the best way to rest, the best way to really make the most of every meowment of peace. And that matters. 

posted by [syndicated profile] notalwaysright_feed at 03:00pm on 15/10/2025

Posted by Not Always Right

Read Raisin The Alarm

A customer and his dog are browsing the toy section, looking for a chew toy for his huge St. Bernard. I see him munching on a grape, and then he gives one to his dog.
Me: *Rushing over.* "Sir! You can't feed dogs grapes! They're toxic to them!"
Customer: "It's okay, they're seedless!"

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posted by [syndicated profile] notalwaysright_feed at 02:30pm on 15/10/2025

Posted by Not Always Right

Read So… A Cremation, Then?

My dad, with the sort of timing that is characteristic of him, died of a massive "coronary insufficiency" the morning my brother and I were due to come home from university for Christmas break. He had emotionally, verbally, and financially abused us for most of our lives and had been an alcoholic for at least half of them, so truthfully, we were more annoyed than actually grieving.

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posted by [syndicated profile] notalwaysright_feed at 01:30pm on 15/10/2025

Posted by Not Always Right

Read Let Me Bake It Very Clear

Woman #1: "He got me twelve roses!"
Woman #2: "That's nice of him. My boyfriend never gets me flowers.
Woman #1: "Yeah, but he could have at least gotten me a dozen!"

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posted by [syndicated profile] notalwaysright_feed at 01:00pm on 15/10/2025

Posted by Not Always Right

Read 7-and-7? More Like A 9-1-1!

We serve a simple cocktail called a 7-and-7. It's 1.5 oz of Seagram's 7 Crown Blended Whiskey, and 5 oz 7UP. A woman takes a sip of her drink, then summons me over.
Customer: "Is this a 7-and-7?"
Me: "Yes, ma’am."
Customer: "Well, it tastes more like an 8-and-6."

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posted by [syndicated profile] notalwaysright_feed at 12:45pm on 15/10/2025

Posted by Not Always Right

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I’m autistic, and I was involved in a job training program for autistic people a few years ago. There was this other lady in the group who was so literal-minded that it was painful. One day, I told her that I liked her sweater. Lady: It’s a coat. My brain: Just accept the freaking compliment… […]

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posted by [syndicated profile] notalwaysright_feed at 11:45am on 15/10/2025

Posted by Not Always Right

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(A coworker of mine was an illegal immigrant when he came to Europe to find a job. He told it went like this: he was the eldest son of a single mother who often resorted to whupping the kids in order to discipline them. Until one day, when he was 18, he realized he was […]

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posted by [syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed at 11:50am on 15/10/2025

Posted by John Scalzi

It’s a simple one: if you queried about a Big Idea slot for November and haven’t heard back yet, don’t panic, those will be addressed next week. I’m traveling again and punting a number of things until I’m back home. As one does.

— JS

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