I bought a physical copy of this (and passed it onwards after reading), because @sequoyah.bsky.social and @josephmatheny.bsky.social did something amazing here - the audio companion was such a great listen. @rodneyorpheus.bsky.social and @petterm.bsky.social - I warmly recommend.

Orban falls, now it’s time for the rest of the European Neo-fascists to go the way of the dodo.

Watched Nüremberg. Reflecting that it seems a bit pointless to have created all that, only for war crimes to be completely ignored/excused on a global level. We’re pissing on the legacy of giants.

Tuesday is the Loki of weekdays. You can’t change my mind.

Today in “Living in the country”: Henry, pointing at the three black figures running across the fields towards the road: Mum, are they dogs or pigs? Me, non-caffeinated and on autopilot: Not pigs, wild boars… Wild boars!!!

Cafe owner told me this morning to write a book about my life moving across Europe, but honestly, it would be pretty boring. All I’ve done is go to study, go to work, produce children and the odd pseudomasonic conspiracy here and there. Mostly eating poverty pasta and paying bills.

I cannot remember names. It takes me weeks to remember what my colleagues are called. And while I will never forget a face I’ve seen IRL, I have Teams face blindness. If we’ve only interacted via camera, I will most likely not recognise you. I don’t know why, I blame the ‘tism.

“You should view the world as a conspiracy run by a very closely-knit group of nearly omnipotent people, and you should think of those people as yourself and your friends.” ~ Robert Anton Wilson

In Sweden, a pizza will always take 15 minutes to make. Irregardless of how many orders they have, how big your order is, or how many people are working. 15 minutes. It’s the law.

Currently sat in my basement waiting for the movers to finish loading the truck. Littlest cat decided to hole up behind a shelf down here, so I am on escape watch. Every now and then she will release a displeased muttering purr, and I wholeheartedly agree.

In case you forgot: Eat the rich.

When you left your job, and your office nemesis tries to add you on LinkedIn:

I want the next episode of South Park to be a harrowing narrative of the kids going to war over something absurd, and end on the same note as the Black Adder WW1 finale.

Can we just all agree, and this should be a no-brainer, but I have to double down, he DOES NOT get a Nobel Peace Prize. Ok? K.

So, when Israel has rebuilt the temple, and Christ doesn’t return, what then? Just a “whoops”?

Here to, once more, remind you that it is fully possible to both want a regime change in Iran, and still not like US/Israel world policing.

I’m so fricking tired of old men deciding shit.

You all saw him - he had a gun.

Great work from the $10B Board of Peace. Just outstanding. Kudos all around.

Neil Sedaka dies, I leave my job, WW3 kicks off. Yeah that tracks.

When leaving a company, it is good form to fill the snack table/area before you go. They’re going to need the sugar now you’re gone.

Nothing prepares you for when a German software dev sobs into your arms at your leaving party. I think I did a good job with team building here.

Moving countries demands an extremely high adulting load. I don’t want to.

The union is in a right state.

Someone on the transfer bus of my delayed flight decided it was the best place to loudly discuss his anal incontinence with his doctors. Love that for us.

This will always be -my- Heathcliffe.

Alt right mysticism mindfucks: open.spotify.com/episode/4jYd...

The only sane way to respond to “May the force be with you” is “and also with you”. Anglicans, IYKYK

Look, drone people, I have some really important flights coming up in the next few weeks, so please keep your interrupting to a minimum. I don’t care who’s doing it, just stop it!

If Acetaminophen causes autism, explain to me why I have a basket of what I would only describe as the “rock collectors version of generational wealth”. We’ve been pebbling since at least the 30’s.

Someone put this whole CK/TR saga so succinctly: You are the meme now. This is one giant shitpost.

Gen X - we created this edge lord monster. Time to wrangle this shit back from the ‘tards.

Aaaaaaaaand the “lone gamer weirdo” narrative starts.

Let’s honor Charlie Kirk’s death by demanding the release of the Epstein files.

I’m in the same emotional space as I was with Brian Thomson, and even more on the “not sorry” side considering the last thing this man did in life was vilifying trans people in relation to gun violence. I don’t want a war, but I don’t want silence.

Yes but Epstein.

We have Pope Bob. Praise Bob.

The litmus test for “are we fucked” is the state of German politics.

Crowley only opened the door.

We acquired a puppy. He’s cute but crazy. This is normal.

I want to do a webcomic about my current project, but I can’t draw.

As a hopeless genderqueer pansexual, I don’t claim Trans Visibility Day. But I do damn well celebrate it!

My husband has left for Sweden for a week. Racoon status resumes.

Nothing will happen to the incompetent asshats. Meh.

So, my son witnessed this today in his classroom. It’s 2025, guys. Wtf. Control your damn kids.

Just got reminded to never stop dreaming. So here we go.

Can’t stop thinking about it.

Today I found @darbyhudson.bsky.social and my life was made better.

Sometimes, being a parent is sitting in between project meetings (or taking them in the car while driving) waiting for your son who decided to come home three days early, and that’s ok, because Mamma’s house is always ready for her babies ❤️

Sleep. I can’t have it.