I thought that was pretty typical.

Not anymore!

I don’t know, but my dad definitely didn’t want to explain this scene to me when I was a kid.

I like this take! I looked it up, though, and apparently it’s “tax free savings account.”

Who isn’t?

I can’t explain, no, because I don’t understand the motivation behind it.

But someone (likely a bot) has been spamming messages, allegedly from the person depicted, as “the Fediverse chick.” I got my first one this morning. It arrived within sixty seconds of me making a post, so I have to guess it’s targeting more active users. If you’re a frequent commenter, you’ll probably get one eventually, too.

What is a TFSA?

At the time, it was 4am for me.

Absolutely, I’ll make sure my cats know of your affection!

They should.

I’ve wondered in the past why, for example, 1000 kilometers are still referred to as kilometers.

Wow, you’re quick. Also up pretty late (or early) in my timezone.

Most of my close-up experience with birds has been from the aforementioned friend’s mom (she had several, not just Ricky) and most of that experience was being terrorized, puked on, or both. Despite that, they do seem like clever and interesting animals. Still, even if I didn’t have cats (I still have the same two from that story, though they’re getting old now), I don’t think I could have them as pets.

Well, thanks for saying so! That was a long long time ago and plenty, good and bad (though mostly good, I’m very fortunate), has happened since then.

Below are some answers to things you didn’t ask, but they’re among my memories of the evening, so here I shall share. You won’t miss much if you don’t read them.

That story happened later in the evening, I think on a weekend, so we walked around our neighborhood asking anyone we saw if they knew someone with a bird nearby. No one did, though one person suggested someone who might. We knocked on that door but never got an answer, so decided to go to the bird shelter when it opened the next day.

I remember that we originally tried to put the bird in the cat carrier so it wouldn’t destroy the house or get in a fight with the cats, but it didn’t want to go in. My then girlfriend (now wife) suggested that maybe it didn’t want to go in a box that smelled of predator. I have anosmia, so the idea that smell would matter that much seemed alien to me; I figured it just didn’t want to be contained. However, we ended up going to a pet store the next day to get a bird cage for transport. It went in with no issue, so I guess she was right.

For overnight we ended up just putting it in the bathroom with the door closed and a bowl of whatever Google said was appropriate parrot food.

That’s a strange way to describe pregnancy.

When I was a child, my best friend’s mom had a parrot named Ricky. It either hated or loved me, I was never sure; either way, I was terrified of it and preferred not to go near it.

As an adult, I once walked out to my car to find a parrot perched on my windshield wiper. I only had that parrot one night (in no way was I prepared to house a bird, I took it to an exotic bird shelter the next day), but it was much kinder than Ricky. Strangely, it did not like our cats