Tonight I baked 200+ chocolate chip cookies. 150 are boxed up for their recipients. 12 are bagged for individuals, 24 are going into work with me, 10 went to a friend, and an unknown number were destroyed in the process of creation. My quality control team was thorough.

The thing about the relentless march of time is that you only get an ending (happy or otherwise) in fiction. Here in the real world no cause is ever lost forever even though we may not live to see it prevail. This is both hope and cautionary tale.

Happy book birthday to Crafting for Sinners! @jennykiefer.com

Anxiety is a geode. You are filled with wonderous things That no one will ever see Unless you take a hammer And mean it when you swing.

I would say tugtupite is more pink than red, but it's reindeer blood so I'm calling it close enough to Red vs Blue again. May the best mineral lose. Vote: www.mineralcup.org/2025/vote/r5... (And you should read Time War!) #MinCup25 #Tugtupite #Kyanite @amalelmohtar.com @maxgladstone.bsky.social

I was going to write a short story about Santa's reindeer banding together to create #tugtupite in an effort to destroy eldritch abomination Rudolph (bioluminescence is not normal among reindeer) but having now read about Tutu the reindeer girl's love for her child, how could I beat that? #MinCup25

neck and neck in biggest match of #MinCup25 so far! I like the cubes perovskite forms but a lot of the arguments to vote for it are for its family of structures, not the mineral! calcite is a mineral that I can't believe has never won, given its abundance of colours and forms!

It feels good to roll over in bed, because it allows the dreams to flow from one half of the brain to the other—and images become language, and poem logic becomes clarified by the logic of rotating stars

@forestofwhales.bsky.social see you at the Council

@craigschaeferbooks.com hi Heather, I wanted to let you know that there's an error signing up for your mailing list. I've tried twice and haven't received activation emails. Related, the link to join the mailing list in Firebreak is broken. There's an extra . at the end.

Finally back home & getting settled. Doing tons of doodling - lots of new artwork on the way! ✨

We will be excavating your "uncanny valley" to make it deeper and wider. Your world will be richer; you will be troubled by more things. Sometimes, mere change in expression will render a beloved face inhuman

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For a gaffe over texting there is only one solution: the administration must post a notes app apology

defy the norm. get even stranger. NO SURRENDER

Happy 2025!! Since this new year ends in -5, I've decided to think about my yearly goals in terms of five things each month: • bake 5 things • learn 5 new words • track down and destroy 5 orbs of dark wizardry • spend 5 hours knitting • exchange 5 love letters with the wizard whose orbs I destroyed

The treasure is under the X on the map itself, in the layer between the meaning and the paper, buried in the soil from which compass roses grow

i took an elevator to god and met a glass mannequin of myself. i shattered her and scattered the shards far below into my deepest dreams. and i’m free most evenings for whatever

the rules are simple 1.) you are already playing the game 2.) this is not the kind of game you lose 3.) it is your turn. pick a rule. and change it

It’s ok that you feel like the silhouette of something that might be alive in the forest. It is ok that you feel coiled tight and hunted, reigning in those snarls trembling in your throat. You are a thing of rage and moonlight, you will someday admit your own existence.

Should their claws find our flesh, may they drown in our blood.

Heart like a geothermal vent, weird life thriving even when the world is dark

go to where the road ends. keep walking. you brought your boots, didn't you?

today's affirmation: I am a stone standing in the desert. they call me monolith but I am not alone. my sandsmoothed surface tells stories in forgotten tongues. I speak of stars that no longer shine. I speak of bodies which are now dust. my shadow does not move as it should. I do not bow to this sun

using: * feathers, * string, * my “world’s greatest psychopomp” mug, * gravel from an unmappable street, * a loose keyboard key (the letter “⍰”), * fragments of the shell I burst from this morning, * the apple pie crumbs from under your fingernails, to create new gods