Asking a multibillion dollar company for a living wage.

Happy Birthday to the Left Arm of God, Sanford Koufax.

I pulled a Vesia and slammed a Monster on an empty stomach before giving a tour today. Y’all, I said SO many words. Hopefully in the correct order. I do not know how he does that every game.

My headphones died but I'm not done with my project so I've turned to just blasting it to drown the extra brain noise and it turns out that the same song on repeat is great for my concentration but drives the cats insane. Deal with it kitters, mama has a deadline.

I’ve reached the point of holiday break where it’s 3 am and I don’t know what to do with myself.

Holiday haul from Thrift Books. If I ever get the book club up and running, I hope they are into sponsorships.

*queer Apologies for the accidental bi erasure, Rozy

I forgot to set an alarm this morning so Percy took it upon himself to wriggle me awake.

Yes it’s called a good producer and studios have been systematically killing them since reality TV was invented.

I have overdue physical library books (which I returned today but they are not checked in yet I guess) and so my Libby won’t download new books and I’ve reached my max hours on my other streaming platform and my god it’s a real bad time for mama to be cut off from her stories.

A very, very small but so important to me thing about Heated Rivalry is how they let women know about sports without challenging them. The biggest pushback is from Shane when Yuma declares it Scott Hunter’s year and even then it’s not “you’re wrong” it’s “how could you know that?”

MY HEART!!!!!!! THE YEARNING HATH BEEN FULFILLED.

Once you notice the lamps in Heated Rivalry, it’s hard not to start counting in every scene.

Holiday done right.

The Valley is ready for the gay boy hockey show.

Staring out at the rain, I am forcibly reminded that I will be paid roughly $90 today, pretax, because union busting works and fuck being paid a living wage and double time on holidays, amirite?

I fear I qualify for this extra hard.

I’m playing TI in January, I’m already prepping.

Bradford, once again getting a big story ahead of the sanctioned and affiliated media (b/c he's doing the hard work). In this one, it sounds as if MLB wants to be the brand, rather than 30 different brands. MLB wants to be McDonalds. All the franchises are the same. Same food. Same expected 1/

Cool. A new news outlet for the tour guide union busting to get ignored by. Rad. Awesome. Super cool. Just great. Fantastic.

My roommate is gone until the new year and I’ve never vibed harder with “I hardly want pants.”

Reminder that I have an Insta with stadium photos if you’re interested in that sort of thing.

GIVE ME YOUR EYES I NEED SUNSHINE

There’s a lot of new folks following me and I just think you all should know that I’m definitely going to talk about baseball but I’m also going to talk about butts so go ahead and sort yourselves out with that knowledge.

Well the Dodgers union busting worked again. I don’t know if I can continue working for this team. And I love this team. But they have treated us abysmally. I’m so heartsick right now.

I have a lot of thoughts about this but first and foremost is it doesn't matter until Stunts and Props have their own categories.

Moms be like yeah I think I have some cookie cutters and then whip out this.

There are definitely bots here. ACAB includes the jokesters btw.

So there were a bunch of police cars at the local grocery store for unclear reasons, lights rolling on all of them. When we were leaving, they had pulled two units nose to nose and so I said “Look, the cruisers are kissing!” and it turns out there’s at least one Tennessee cop with a sense of humor.

I feel like when Harry and Sally both call their married couple friends 🥲

One half of the couple is messaging me about finding the perfect gift for their partner while *at the exact same time* the other half is messaging about making dinner plans with me I am the puppet master I have never felt so alive.

This gets worse in the offseason re: insane trades.

I mean, it’s finally coverage, but to leave out the blatant union busting on the part of the Dodgers that’s encouraging this awful behavior is extremely disingenuous. www.aol.com/news/free-ti...

Sad to see that the Goodlettsville, TN Planet Fitness is NOT a Judgement Free Zone ™️ (It’s me, I’m the judgement)

Dying that the first song in today’s day list is this. As if Goodlettsville doesn’t have a drive-thru coffee stand now! Tbh this song would have ENTOMBED me had it come out while I was still living here.

I have been in Tennessee roughly two hours and my accent is unrecognizably hillbilly.

Number three???? I’m not ready for that.

Boarding in the A group, rear boarding in Burbank, and yet the exit row streak is broken. Alas! Woe and brimstone and ash! It was a good run but now I am stuck with the plebeians is regular sized rows.

Stuff like this makes me want to drop the Deep Lore I have but look at how restrained and respectful I am of people’s emotions. I will lock away the knowledge and let it rot me and myself only. And then write a books some day. Traumatize the later generations. My peers have been through enough.

The music montages of Letterkenny walked so the music montages of Shorsey could run so the music montages of Heated Rivalry could curb stomp our hearts into teeny pieces.

The way I *CACKLED * when t.A.T.u. came on for the club scene in Heated Rivalry because I was forcibly yanked by my navel back in time to Club One in Savannah watching my dorm neighbor perform in their first drag king show and knowing Things Were Gonna Be Different From Now On.

All of this and yet we can’t get basic fucking security on stadium tours.

I JUST LOST WHAMAGEDDON IN THE FRIKKIN DODGER LUNCHROOM

Video apps need an “I’m on public transit” setting because of course I wanna see all the hockey show edits but not while I’m on the B Line.

LIVE MARIACHI NARCO LET’S FUCKING GO

*talking about Fernando on the tour intensifies*

Had a throughly DTLA day. Spent the morning with friends in the fashion district (saw a cat), got these dumb (affectionate) lil guys I’m gonna turn into earrings, went on a drink crawl, and ended the night at the Alamo Drafthouse watching Wake Up Dead Man. Felt like 2016 in the best ways.

Over here smile at my phone like Shane Hollander but it’s just a message from my neighbor saying the apartment washer/dryer is finally free.

The number of cheesy Christmas movies that could include the line “Here are my dead wife’s clothes” is staggeringly high.