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Just Being Silly
Morning arrived like several cobs of angry telekinetic corn—we’ll see who pops who, fucker! Die, microwave, die! Watch where I put this air-popper!

#BadNoir
November 21, 2025 at 4:48 PM
Morning arrived like axmas morning. No, not xmas, that’s the good kind of morning. Axmas is a lot more…choppy. Yeah, let’s go with “choppy”. This time the red suit is to hide the blood.

#BadNoir
November 20, 2025 at 4:35 PM
Morning arrived like a cat with a ten a.m. vet appointment, which is to say it crawled out of a pocket dimension that is concealed beneath the tub in the middle of the afternoon. Moi? I’ve been here all along.

#BadNoir
November 19, 2025 at 8:07 PM
Night fell like your expectations for the quiet resolve of national politicians to do the right thing—it’s a barometer with no bottom.

#BadNoir
November 19, 2025 at 12:36 AM
Morning arrived like unworkable solutions proposed to intractable problems by the uninformed—Monday at the cat rodeo, basically.

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November 17, 2025 at 4:02 PM
Morning arrived like the slow lazy realization that the warm bathtub you’re waking up in is actually filled with sleeping gerbils—so warm, so fluffy, so please don’t wake up, please don’t wake up please don’t wake up.

#BadNoir
November 16, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Morning arrived like the big meanie that upset the apple cart: “Hey, your wheels are uneven, and your handlebar is tacky! Also, I bet you’re full of nothing but red delicious!“

#BadNoir
November 15, 2025 at 4:14 PM
Morning arrived like an AI morning arrived post: daylight over woodchuck upcomes on a Friday morning, case reference: bananapants vs. the State of Incompetence, I’m not hallucinating, you’re hallucinating, so there! Laugh now?

#BadNoir
November 14, 2025 at 4:24 PM
Night fell like a herd of angry camels chasing a tap dance troupe across a frozen highway where a tractor trailer full of ball bearings just lost its load.

#BadNoir
November 14, 2025 at 1:41 AM
Night fell like the curtain on a community theater production of Hamlet starring your cousin Vinny, six poodles and the ghost of your great aunt Jerome. #BedNoir #BadNoir
November 13, 2025 at 12:48 AM
Morning arrived like a Gorgonzola dancing the lead in Caracole—Rhapsody in Bleu, as it were. #BadNoir
November 11, 2025 at 4:44 PM
Morning arrived like a cycloptopus—one eye, eight tentacles, no waiting. #BadNoir
November 10, 2025 at 4:21 PM
Morning arrived like Rin Tin Tinitis—the barking never stops. #BadNoir
November 9, 2025 at 4:31 PM
Morning arrived like the grim prospect of being on the downstairs end of a migrating hide-a-bed—known for their chonkiness, the gentle beast can be transformed by gravity from a somnolent giant into a raging steamroller by the mere addition of a tiny portion of the quantity “down.” #BedNoir #BadNoir
November 8, 2025 at 4:06 PM
Morning arrived like the existential tension between gallus gallus domesticus minor style catastrophizing and terrocranial inversion of the sort practiced by struthio camelus—which is why the chicken ran around in circles, crossed the road, and then immediately buried its head in the sand. #BadNoir
November 7, 2025 at 4:24 PM
Morning arrived like the last llama off the llama bus—which is a lot like a clown car but bigger and infinitely more adorable and less terrifying, except for the driving, llamas are notoriously bad drivers. It’s the hooves. Anyway, very odd start for the day. Also cute and fluffy. #BadNoir
November 6, 2025 at 4:22 PM
Night fell like a squad of squid hypnotized into believing they’re a cohort of flying squirrels–honestly, we’ve all been there.

#BadNoir
November 6, 2025 at 1:21 AM
Night fell like the angel of the morning star when he learned he was allergic to caffeine—Eternal night here I come! #BadNoir
November 5, 2025 at 12:44 AM
Night fell like the curtain at the end of the first act of the Broadway musical version of Moby Dick immediately following the romantic duet between Ahab and the whale, which is to say with a finality that does not allow for Act II because there simply aren’t enough rotten vegetables. #BadNoir
November 4, 2025 at 12:18 AM
Morning arrived like a beautiful golden syrup rolling across the landsca…that’s not the sun! It’s a giant spout pouring maple* syr—*glub glub burble, other drowning noises*.

*sub-genus: Acer Laurelineum

#BadNoir
November 3, 2025 at 4:47 PM
Night fell like the intellectual infrastructure of modern media after reporters discovered twitter.

Basically the reverse of the Sally Field Oscar speech.

#BadNoir
November 3, 2025 at 1:27 AM
Morning arrived like a hippopotamus in hockey skates— the weird thing is he’s playing basketball…

#BadNoir
November 1, 2025 at 3:34 PM
Morning arrived like the ghost of Halloween past, all Jack-O-Lantern head and visions of caramel apples with razorblades inside…alas, for the good old days. Jack was gonna be a foosball star, but he lost his head down by sleepy hollow…

#BadNoirClassic
October 31, 2025 at 3:10 PM
Morning arrived like an AI legal brief—big, loud, founded on stolen work, and hallucinating precedents like Clarence Darrow on a bad acid trip. #BadNoir
October 30, 2025 at 3:52 PM
Night fell like a bag of boa constrictors trying to rumba on a roomba—soo hiss, very squish, much snek! #BadNoir
October 29, 2025 at 3:11 PM