I laid down to take a nap, and a gnat kept buzzing around my face. As I was right at the edge of dozing off it landed on my nose and my half asleep response was to slap myself in the face. I’m awake now lol

I’m heading up to festival ground in an hour or two, and a thunderstorm just started. Really looking forward to parking people in the mud and helping people setup tents in a lightning storm. Forecast said it was gonna be a hot warm weekend lolol

In less than twelve hours my feet will be back on festival grounds again.

My super ancient version 1 Wacom companion tablet updated itself, breaking the pen drivers, installed copilot, and in general fucked it over. I hate how connecting devices to the internet puts them at risk of getting bricked by the megacorps. Megacorps have destroyed more of my shit than hackers.

Me: “I’m a hard badass bitch that’s mean as fuck and angry as the surface of the sun” Them: “so and so said you were really nice and kind and so helpful!” Me: “stop, you’re ruining my badass image here. I’m supposed to look mean here.”

Shot day, went flawlessly.

Trying to explain to the six year old why we can’t afford to go to the cat cafe everyday.

Got my first bad review for the fire dancing performance the other week. It was from someone I expected a bad review from, who didn’t even go to the show, worded nearly exactly as I expected. I hate catty bullshit.

Commission at minimum level of “done”. There is more I would like to do to it if I had the time and resources, but I don’t think I do have the time and resources, so I may have to accept art going out the door that isn’t as good as I could do if I had more time and resources.

Pain levels are high. Too many responsibilities. Need to finish commission. Laundry too. Time is not on my side.

It’s 7 am and someone is setting off fireworks

Today’s shot was barely a success. My muscles are so tense the needle wouldn’t go in, bent the first needle before I could get it deep enough so had to try a new needle and still couldn’t get it full depth so some of the E leaked out. Fucking annoying. Two jabs for half a dose basically. Whatever.

After further analysis, I’m pretty sure the reason my foot hurts is a sprained toe. I don’t know when it happened. I stubbed my toe really bad before the last festival but it felt fine through the entire festival, and through most of this week.

Today I’m taking kiddo to summer camp and welding for a few hours and picking kiddo up from summer camp and am somewhat stressed. If everything goes flawlessly then everything is fine. But my deadline is tight on this next commission and if anything goes sideways I’ll have to scramble.

This is a beautiful read even if you haven’t read Piranesi. But all the more if you have.

the me that didn’t want to live didn’t have my smile lines or wavering silver flyaways. each a little gift bestowed by a day that didn’t think it’d see me

That’s me in the pink. I was the Pink Pony Girl. I’m told that it’s worth zooming in on my arm muscles.

Secret Welding Project revealed! I built a huge ass flaming hoop on a staff prop for Dreamspirit Dance for the Harstine Hoopla festival. And then they decided to have me be the one to wield it in the show! Happy Pride Month yall, I’m a flaming pink pony girl!

We did it. There was fire. Mostly in the right places. My hair only got slightly singed. The welds held.

I made it to the island. It begins.

The other day my boyfriends were arguing about what color of blue something was, and I was like “omg, this is the gayest thing I’ve heard all day”.

Dress rehearsal went well. We set some things on fire, mostly the things that are supposed to be on fire. Grass is supposed to be on fire right?

I am so out of my league. I’m the least competent one in this backyard. I have no idea what I’m doing lolol

“Hey can I come over and pace anxiously in your living room?”

Secret welding project update, we tested it today. Dress rehearsal tomorrow. I won’t be wearing my welding mask during dress rehearsal, but I will be wearing a hat.

Just a few more days… Tomorrow will be another day working on secret welding project. There probably won’t be much actual welding tomorrow, mostly assembling pieces, and sewing Kevlar.

First metal splinter since I learned to weld! In case you are wondering how to avoid metal splinters when working with metal, here’s the secret: always wear gloves.

Had a meeting today about Secret Welding Project. Everything is on schedule but it’s still a tight schedule so I’m nervous. So this is just to say that I’m still alive, just very busy and smell like welding slag.

Here is a sneak peak and the jig for the secret welding project I’m working on. Harstine Hoopla is that mug there, the festival at the end of the month. Marking pen from Central Welding, who have helped me immensely on this project. Come to Hoopla to learn what it is! harstinehoopla.org

While welding today a spider kept running around my work area. I’m working on a secret welding project, so I’m trusting him to keep his mouth shut.

Sometimes I get to see things like this

One of the best lines is in the song Bloodbuzz Ohio by The National “I still owe money to the money I owe”

Today in class I found out that although I’m behind on homework in canvas I am have done more homework than anyone else in class, everyone else is further behind. I fucking hate canvas. My grade is based on my ability to navigate a LMS, not on my skill in ASL.

This isn't news or anything, but how charming > People who ride penny farthings are weirdos, says Lizanne Wilmot — and she's the fastest weirdo of them all. www.cbc.ca/radio/asitha...

All work and no play makes Abby fucking neurotic. Must find things that count as “play” today. Or I might melt down.

My bad knee is fucking me up today. Just call me Limpy McGee the way I’m walkin all stiff on the left. Might be a cane day.

It’s been a weird day with like five times of mental whiplash, some good some bad. I’ve been head down for a few days catching up on busy work homework my professor assigned since he is on vacation. Got caught up and then everything else happened all at once and now I’m just like, what?

Good thread explaining why I don’t like the term “socialized male” for trans women like me.

I’ll leave the irony that Potter wrote this on her Substack to others to point out but, yes: kill Canvas. End rubrics. Read on paper. Think with your own mind.

folx, I’ve been working on AI "ethics" for almost a decade now & hate to tell you there’s no such thing as "ethical AI" the only "ethical principle" that works is regulating the shit out of the industry & to take back control of our autonomy, fundamental rights, freedoms & right to exist w/out AI

Standing outside eating a salad. I’m a rabbit.

Maker of Canvas Learning Platform Strikes Deal for Hackers to Return Data Gift link: www.nytimes.com/2026/05/12/u...

A Constellation of Chronic Medical Conditions Commonly Seen in Autistic & ADHD Adults

Guy: "I like your pendant, is that from that anime... Brotherhood of Steel?" Me: "You mean 'Fullmetal Alchemist?'" Guy: "Right! My bad, Brotherhood of Steel is from Fallout, y'know." Me: "Oh sorry, I don't know much about pervert games." (I legit don't know why I said that, but I stand by it)

New glasses experience. “These glasses don’t seem to make that much difference.” Takes glasses off “Holy shit why is everything blurry”

Today in class I learned that my signing partner’s parents are younger than me. I feel oooold.

I feel anxious. I should drink an energy drink and see if that helps.

Waiting for Thursday. That’s when I get my new glasses. Waiting, waiting. And doing a lot of squinting while waiting.

Shot day! Today’s bandaid is a cute mermaid with blue hair and a pink tail. And now it’s bedtime. Have sweet dreams of trans femme mermaids.

Felt anxious so did ten pull-ups. Now at least I have a valid excuse for elevated heart rate and sweating.