#Seattle area friends, you may now thank me, as my shipment of new sundresses is almost here. Therefore, our temperatures have dropped back into the high 60s for the forseeable future.

Imagine if establishment Democrats spent one iota of the energy they are using to freak TF out about left wing candidates winning primaries and mayoral races actually...I don't know...doing something about this post apocalyptic hellscape we're all in? Imagine what they might actually accomplish.

Tonight, on "Well, that's a new olfactory hallucination!" Potatoes O'Brien. I am not mad about it. I just wish I actually had some. (And it's not a stroke or a tumor, this is a common pre and post-drome migraine symptom for me).

I had such a vibrant community of writer friends on Twitter. And I burned that shit to the ground and salted it the day Musk bought the platform. I miss that community. But if you have 9 people at a table with a Nazi, you have 10 Nazis.

I think JD Vance's one brain cell wanders off when there isn't an upholstery catalog to keep its attention.

Today in HIEDtopia- The Degrees Not Posted List, wherein I get a spreadsheet of every student in my department who applied for graduation but is missing requirements, and I see what is "curable" (usually a missing paperwork issue) and what is a genuinely a delay issue.

Just saw one of my favorite content creators drop the banger, "A narcissist is losing a battle with a reflecting pond." over on IG. And I am deceased. Internet won today, @andr3wsky.bsky.social

Delilah Bon, Dead Men Don't Rape. youtu.be/kcfaVv0qD68?...

I have a weird love for the cherub and devil motif in jewelry. I have a great sweater chain already, and then I found this on Etsy today, and the shrieking noise I made. They all have little butts. I feel like the gang @peculiarityshop.bsky.social my dig it. www.etsy.com/listing/4515...

Egypt and Iran have requested that Pride events in Seattle during their World Cup match be canceled and… no. Welcome to Seattle. This might be the most patriotic I’ve felt in my life. Pride isn’t happening during your game; you’re here during Pride. Suck a rainbow. apnews.com/article/worl...

Happiness is finding a meme you have been looking for for AGES in your own FB memories. It is now downloaded and saved to both my favorites album on my phone and backed up to my Dropbox. Anyway, here's Mad Sweeny from the American Gods TV series with an ever green mood.

Can I just say the Witch's Ball scene in CONSORT OF FIRE by @kitrocha.com is everything, and if you have been sleeping on this series, it's a great Pride Month romantasy read. Also, man, it makes me wish I could still drink fortified wine.

If there's one thing I learned from studying Herodotus it's that the next step is to demand the pool be flogged

Considering my body failed its saving throw in 6 hours today, I am trying to consider how bug nuts it would be to try to go to 3 live music shows on three consecutive nights in September. I already have Paris Paloma tickets, but I would also very much like to see Dead on a Sunday and Endiferum.

I officiated a handfasting commitment ceremony today. The couple would love to have had a legal wedding, but one of them would lose their disability benefits if they got married. Just a reminder, #MarriageEquality isn't just under attack in the US. It doesn't exist for disabled people.

If you see this, post a vampire that isn't Dracula (or Laszlo because obviously we all think he's awesome)

The upside to this hotel breakfast is that it is delicious. The downside is FauxNews is on and I am having to listen to the Dementia Donut in Chief ramble at the G7. And Jesus Fucking Christ...

And of course, the damn things showed up as we were leaving the house. *Deep Sigh* This is fine. I can return the ribbon or hold onto it for other purposes. It means instead of crafting, I can keep reading my @kitrocha.com book before bed.

Love and respect to Jonathan Toews. Long Covid has fucked over so many of us.

Me: *Orders cords for the handfasting I am officiating this weekend in plenty of time* Amazon: *Absolutely drops the ball* Me: Well, good thing I am a crafty fucking witch. Guess I know what I am doing tonight.

My friend the other day gave me the weirdest compliment (??). She said, "Your face really is ageless, because you have like, no crows feet around your eyes or mouth fine lines. But you absolutely have 'I wish a bitch would' grooves in your forehead. You could be 28 or 58 but for your grey hair."

No lies detected.

Beets. They taste like dirt in every single dish I have had them in, in every preparation. And don't tell me I just need to try them... I have had them in salads, in borscht, in pasta sauce, roasted, in smoothies, sautéed, grilled... Dirt. Despair. The weeping grave on a plate.

My spouse, laying a gentle hand on my shoulder as he meets me coming from the bathroom: Jesus suffering Christ, woman, what did you do? Me: Ran a tub of ice cold water and wallowed in it until it went room temperature. Him: You aren't entirely human, are you? Me, 🎵: I'll never tell....

Has this wee beastie wanted aught to do woth me at any point before today hit the high 80s ungodly early? Oh, nooooo. But now? "Mother, I demand cuddles. I must be touching you. Mother, love me. Love me and touch my warm, furry little body." Ugh. You adorable little shit.

Look. I know the #WorldCup is not about the team dress outfits, but if we are doing them, for fuck sake, do fashion. Cote de Ivorie got the memo. RDC did too. Japan got the memo and hat tipped the host city they were playing at. The US Team by Hugo Boss look like low budget airline staff.

if you’re making any kind of joke about joe rogan being fat, you’re not being clever. you’re being boring, stale, fatphobic, and fascist. and i despise joe rogan. this is about demographic bigotry.

Y'all, I know you're having fun and I'm a killjoy, but Joe Rogan's looks are the least objectionable thing about him and you're just being fatphobic and it's not great. Please, please do not reply to me telling me why mocking his looks is actually not a bad thing. I am not interested.

I can't actually watch the game, as I am still working graduation. But I am pleased with the first period score. Let's go, Canes!

The final off the work Graduation make up. It's already 84°F and climbing, and I got an outside posting this year. We who are about to broil salute you.

I am mostly keeping up with the game by occasionally googling the score, but man, these last 20 seconds of game play have lasted 20 minutes.

This tastes like the elicit affair lovechild of 7Up and Starbursts and I am not mad about it.

Or, just a thought, maybe it has something to do with Millenials and the generations following have not known economic security or peace in our lifetimes. It takes money and stable housing to raise children in any way that isn't madness. We can't afford houses. Many of us probably won't retire.

The weird #Catch-22 of #ChronicIllness : I have today free, and should be using it effectively to clean and shit. But I have to work an event for work tomorrow and need all my spoons for that. So today, I have done two low spoon things, and I am now on enforced rest so I can function Sunday.

Watching the end of the Big Beautiful Letters, it's not quite full Damnatio Memoriae, but it's a start. I'll take it.

I have got to figure out wtf to do about my hair. It's currently grown out from a wolf cut and can best be described as the guy who played the drums in the mid-00s praise and worship band when he wasn't playing soccer. It is not the vibe, as they say.

I have to stop being a cryptid and actually be un person for a work event Sunday (Graduation). In black clothes. In 80+ degree heat. I want to say I am going to do my best to be witchy, gothish academic advisor awesome. But I am kinda expecting this.

Thinking about how I was told, once, that the original myth of the zombie was rooted in fear of personhood being so stripped from enslaved people that even death wasn't an escape from servitude. Just a useful body without a soul, working for the benefit of an infinite greed.

A deepy dive into consumer protection and telecom rules wasn't where I saw things going today, but here we are. Anyways, have I mentioned I have cats?

One Pulse. One Heart. One Love. Today we remember the #Pulse victims, support the survivors & take action for the future. #HonorThemWithAction #NOH8

Cracking open the trigger warnings on HARVEST SEASON to see what food @brynneweaver.bsky.social ruins for us this time....

This himbo, I swear... #CatMomLife

I just found a limitation space Chinese take out place on GrubHub. My Chicken and Broccoli was like $13.99. It came with rice. It was easily three meals worth of food. My 10 piece cream cheese Rangoon was $6.99. I live in the south of Seattle Suburbs. Those are, like 2018 when prices.

Look, the old hellscape had Group Chats, I used them. It's where my group of friends all similarly obsessed with the same actor would send each other thirst trap pictures as writing motivation. THAT is what we use Group chat form. Everything else? You get to see that. Welcome to the Crazy Train.

Well, the good news is I finally got around to scheduling with the niche mental health specialist I got the referral for. Bad news is the first available appointment is August 21st. Guess I will keep touching grass and being mindful to deal with my nonsense until then. #ChronicIllnessLife

Worth noting that in 1921, the American Yiddish-language press described the anti-Black Tulsa massacre as a “pogrom,” because they knew that was the word that would best make their immigrant Ashkenazi Jewish readers understand what happened. ingeveb.org/blog/the-mos...

Instacart, I appreciate the impulse, but as someone who has been sober for medical reasons for like a year, I don't need chips and tequila for my World Cup watch parties. Thanks though.