The road to Incidents is paved with Shoulds.

Inside every woman—whose expertise is interrupted by a man who's admittedly not an expert but has opinions that demand acknowledgement—is a roaring lioness

My news embargo has continued since Wednesday November 6th. I wish I had something to bring to the conversation, but my shields are set on maga.

I LOVE this feeling and moment. Got to do it twice with Livejournal and Twitter (also Fastly but if we did it right you didn’t notice) and I’m eating all the details. Outages, massive user increase, feature degradation, fiber cuts, oh my! This is the platform we wanted when we started this.

Today I learned about baby evacuation aprons. “The goal is to grab your vest and just stuff as many babies as humanly possible in its giant kangaroo pockets before running out the door.” [kottke.org]

It finally happened: the Tesla FSD didn’t swerve or stop to avoid a Waymo making a bad left turn. I took over. But I also honked? When does that behavior change? Either autonomous driving groks honking or I have to chill.

tl:dr is actually a pretty rude statement.

The biggest challenge I have about ADHD these days is remembering to take my meds :/

From a woman’s fashion POV, will I ever feel the joy and comfort I got from wearing jeans under a dress that the 90s provided?

Current mood: Stealing a loaf of meth.

Some people don’t spend all their brain cycles thinking about how this could get worse and it shows.

Eating shishito peppers always makes me think of the famous line from Dirty Harry… “You’ve got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?”

When Adderal shortage was an issue for me, I told the psychiatrist “don’t worry, I have TikTok” and got a mini-lecture about how I was actually making my adhd worse. But I still stan.

Randomly received a certificate for a cemetery plot in Tucson. Looks legit. Or it’s the weirdest form of spam.

Thinking back to my first days at Twitter in 2010. I want a do-over. It’s very easy to fall in to “it was inevitable” thinking. Putting aside pride, and not even with hindsight, a lot of that shit could have gone differently.

Are we still calling this social media?