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But you already said HEXADECIMAL. It's literally right here in your earlier comment. You're arguing in bad faith, you trolling twerp.

You're taking hexadecimal numbers, which aren't used as measurements, and applying them to something like calendar years, which ARE measured. Highly improper use of mathematic concepts, as well as illogical behavior.

Euler's number has a value of 2.71828. So...you're 2 years, 7 months old?

So you're thirteen, then?

Ahaha, sorry. Quote the right GIF next time.

That's Kelly Reilly, from a series called Yellowstone.

📰 BREAKING NEWS: Local Raccoon Executes Daring Bread Heist GARAGEVILLE, USA — Authorities are on high alert after a masked suspect made off with a full loaf of bread from a garage overflow fridge in what experts are calling "the most carb-loaded crime of the season." At approximately 10:20 PM, a local man—who wished only to be identified as “Drew”—discovered that a loaf of white bread had mysteriously vanished overnight. Security footage was unavailable, but forensic teams were able to confirm paw prints, a trail of crumbs, and what appeared to be a small, deliberate bread drag mark leading into nearby bushes. “It was clean. Too clean,” the victim stated. “The fridge was left closed, but emptier… hollower… emotionally and literally.” Wildlife officials have since confirmed the suspect to be a North American raccoon—described as “armed with sticky fingers and no gluten intolerance.” The animal is reportedly a known repeat offender, responsible for several snack-related burglaries in the area, including one previous incident involving a hot dog bun and half a box of Eggo waffles. “He didn’t even take the cheese or the ham,” said Officer Crumbsworth of the Backyard Patrol Unit. “Just the bread. We’re dealing with a very specific taste profile here. This was premeditated.” Local residents are being urged to: Lock overflow fridges and pantries. Secure carbs in raccoon-proof containers. Resist the urge to feed the suspect, no matter how cute he looks holding toast. A reward of one unopened loaf of sourdough is being offered for information leading to the raccoon’s capture, though experts fear he may have already crossed into the neighbor’s yard—and possibly into gluten rehab. If you see something, crumb something. 🦝 Back to you in the studio.

Wow.

Spikey is very fabulous! Not quite as fabulous as you, but he does have a certain sparkle.

Awesome! To celebrate, I think I'll go play a few chapters of my favorite otome game. It's called Our Life: Beginnings and Always. Currently, there's a sequel planned for 2026. Whereas the first game has a "Summer" theme, the new game will have a focus on Autumn settings.

Hey, Dugh and Mum.

Good night, B.

Hey, Drew!

A new chapter has been posted.

A new chapter is available.

A Memory Revisited Cira — Duskgold, near day's end The bakery was quiet in the hour before dusk; the kind of golden hush that made even the flour dust seem to settle softly. All but one of the ovens were cooling; there was just enough time for one more project before the day's end. The front shutters were propped open just enough to let in a slant of late light. Outside, the city murmured faintly—wheels, hooves, the occasional cry of a vendor. Inside, the only sound was the rhythmic c

Always.

Okay, fiiiine.

Hey, Bumble B.

Morning, Dugh and Mum.

There wasn't much left to lose.

That was a depiction of what's called a "Seraphim" in Abrahamic scriptures. Here's a Cherubim: And an Ophanim:

I made a few menu suggestions, then helped Max prepare some things at our house. Max contacted Michael, who made the rest.

Max and Michael had another picnic in the park today. They both contributed some different foods, this time. Today's menu: Paninis with turkey, white cheddar cheese, apple slices and maple-Dijon spread. Sweet potato barbecue chips. Pasta salad with butternut squash and sage. Apple slices with cream cheese and caramel dipping sauce. Brownies with a Pumpkin Spice Swirl. Masala Chai Lattes (in a thermos, of course). There were a few little notes included, same as the first picnic: "You're the apple of my eye." "Falling for you all over again." "These brownies are good, but you're gourd-geous."