Maybe I'm splitting hairs here, but Anne Frank's diary isn't a children's story; it was *written by a child*, and it wasn't a "story." It would be more accurate to say that some traumatized, doomed Minnesotan kid is already writing the next Diary of Anne Frank.

Introduce yourself with 5 concerts you've been to. I'm going to list some artists I've seen more than once: - Allman Brothers Band - Ben Folds ± Five (once each) - Thom Yorke ± Radiohead (once each) - James Blake (twice) - Dave Matthews Band (20-something times; don't hate)

If these fucking Democrats don't stop emailing me to ask for money...FOR WHAT, assholes? You don't need my money to get on camera or go out in the streets with your constituents and say "abolish ICE." If you won't do that, then leave me the fuck alone.

"Are these the men with which I am to defend America?" What an absolute joke.

I would be honored to have a bear living under my house.

Hell of a day to start with a 9 AM meeting about firearm injury prevention. "Hey, here's an idea: Abolish ICE."

I'm guessing it was genAI that produced this atrocious "artwork" of sideways knitting on what appear to be wood screws? So my 2026 resolution is to never, ever use AI mode. Thanks, Google.

Newt Gingrich once smiled at me as I passed by him in an Atlanta steakhouse. I did not smile back.

I wish this a-hole had stayed retired. (And I hope he catches a nasty case of flu and/or COVID, since he's so anti-masking.)

Department Store Christmas has been my holiday comfort station for many years. somafm.com/deptstore/

Those moms can die mad about it like mine did.

We adopted Olive 15 years ago today! (These pics are from a recent "senior portrait" session by a talented photographer friend.)

Gotta love auto-generated captions on knitting tutorials. Twerking around = to work in the round.

I've spent the last five and a half years thinking, "It will feel safe to fly again soon, right?" And it just keeps getting worse. 😮‍💨

This whole thread and the replies give me anxiety even though I don't have kids and graduated from high school almost 30 years ago. I was an overachieving nervous wreck in the halcyon pre-email days of physical textbooks; I might really lose it in this environment. Poor kids (and parents).

This is the second weekend in a row with a hailstorm in Seattle. Very strange.

Dr. Planey, thanks for posting this earlier; I'm tuning in from the west coast. I appreciated you sharing your work and insights (and masking up). 💜

I grew up hearing conservatives talk derisively about UNC, e.g., calling Chapel Hill "the land of nuts and flakes." And now the assholes are destroying it. I hate it so much. (My parents called it that, too, but they sure did jump at the chance to send me there instead of a private school. 🤡)

At a brewery playing 90s rock. That "she is everything you want, she is everything you need" song was on while I was ordering. The bartender remembered the artist, but I was stumped—and mad about it. Me: "I'm gonna remember in 10 minutes, you watch." ... Me, 10 minutes later: "VERTICAL HORIZON!"

I just arrived at a busy medical clinic with a full parking lot. Two different cars were parked badly, taking up two spaces each. I noticed one of those cars had a driver inside, sat playing on his phone. I parked in the lane, went up to the window, and asked him to move his car so I could park.

For the first time in 25 years of online shopping, I received a box with my packing slip (in a plastic sleeve on the outside) and what was clearly someone else's entire order inside. Papercraft supplies instead of yarn. I'm surprised it doesn't happen more often, honestly.

This is one of my favorite Brooks Falls bears, 820 Wallflower. He's so handsome.

I'm going to have to turn off autocorrect. "Ducking" was funny, but it just changed "marks" to "masks"—no idea why. Some kind of predictive text algorithm run amok, I'm sure. Still can't fix half my actual typoa (like that one, which seems obvious) but swaps out whole words. Over it.

If you think Wuthering Heights is a romance novel you need to seek the help of a professional

Whenever I buy something online, I *always* say no when asked whether I want to receive future emails from the company—and every single company starts emailing me incessantly anyway. What a stupid f*cking marketing approach. I tried unsubscribing for a while, but now I just report them all as spam.

Welp, I enjoyed the break from constant Sw*ftie content while it lasted.

I was just searching for something skincare-related and stumbled upon a seemingly normal page that recommended using "grass-fed tallow balm as part of your paleo skincare regimen." This nonsense has gone too far, y'all.

Hang in there.

I spend a LOT of time just watching these magnificent, ridiculous creatures. It's good for the soul. 🐻

They can take Benadryl from my cold, dead, red, itchy hands! Seriously, I've been on allergy shots more than half my life, and I supplement with the other, safer medications they recommend...and sometimes I still need Benadryl. Maybe I should start stocking up.

No matter how many times I listen to Dark Side of the Moon, the alarm clock *always* startles me. Every single Time. ⏰

I love all dogs. I really do. But I hate my neighbor who has a giant Doberman in a tiny apartment and lets him bark all afternoon with the windows open.

I'm not a Dune fangirl, but this line from Frank Herbert feels ominously prescient: “Once, men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them.”

1, always (would also accept a windswept moor)

In honor of the French Open gentlemen's final, I had to revisit one of my all-time @theonion.com articles, from 2007. "Come with me. Come into my world of clay."

I become more of a Luddite with each passing day.

I've been writing code as my full-time job for almost 25 years, and this piece sums up my thoughts pretty much exactly.

I just went off on a neighbor who was letting their collar-less dog roam less than a block from a six lane road. At one point as we were "chatting," he goes, "Whoa, cool it with the language." Reader, I did not cool it with the language.

"Where they goin', Chuck?" Galveston.

@sarahakin.bsky.social Tidal just recommended an artist who seems like your cup of tea. Are you familiar with Joep Beving? tidal.com/browse/artis...

This is why I like him, though.

I accidentally stumbled into a "cars are evil and every single person should be riding a bicycle or tricycle everywhere all the time, no excuses" corner of Bluesky. I'm posting here instead of engaging there. Whew.

My Walgreens rewards card is still linked to my first cell phone number from almost 25 years ago. I haven't forgotten the # and I rarely shop at Walgreens, so I've never bothered to change it. I was just there to grab toothpaste, entered the #, and the cashier called me "Bailey."

The retconning of the "cure" scenario in The Last of Us 2 makes me genuinely angry. I want justice for Joel, too—from the goddamn writers. Harrumph.

#BluePrince has invaded my work life as well.

Watching Rogue One back in 2016: "That was weird. It didn't feel like a Star Wars movie." Watching Rogue One after just having finished Andor: "That was weird. It felt like such a Star Wars movie." (My husband and I had the exact same take.)

It’s deranged and cruel for a lot of reasons but I’m personally lol’ing that the girl on the left is supposed to be fat

I'm having one of those days when workplace dynamics are mirroring my family of origin, i.e., people around me excusing inappropriate behavior because "that's just the way s/he is." I'm grateful I can sniff out Cluster B disorders from a mile away, but sometimes it's very triggering. Whew.

The Rise of Skywalker 😶