I’m increasingly baffled by how I am supposed to just… keep… doing the things, Sisyphus-like, never getting anywhere except tired.

The only computer copilot I need:

Another cat dunk tonight:

We should really consider a day of the week when it’s illegal to run loud choppy grindy motor shit continuously. It’s beautiful out, I want the windows open, but even with them closed the noise has me badly on edge.

barrens chat in shambles

Apparently the cats are done with THAT toy…

Fuck everything about controlled substance drug management RIGHT in the fucking ear. (The Costco where I had to transfer my Vyvanse because the effing PBM wasn’t reimbursing my local pharmacy fully has, on the 18th, already hit their allotment and cannot get any more until the 1st.)

Don’t mind me, just sitting here holding hands with my cat.

I tried the search your camera roll for the word Hell thing, but it returned many years worth of pictures flagged as having been taken in Hell’s Kitchen and I gave up.

If you are a household with too many vehicles to begin with, maybe DON’T buy a house on a cul-de-sac where the garage has been converted to a bonus room? This skeet brought to you by my awful neighbors and their damn truck parked in front of my house where my wife usually parks.

Not one SINGLE note about the size of this coffee my character has:

stolen from ITFF on Ravelry but some of y'all may find it useful

So, if we’re doing Oil Crisis again, what 70s throwback are you going to embrace? I’m thinking I’m going to start wearing an Anita Bryant Sucks Oranges shirt…

I have a meeting at 3 that is ~5 minutes from my parents’ house, so I’m taking late lunch with my mom (and maybe dad? Unclear) It’s 85° and sunny, and I’m so grateful for all of this. (Even the meeting - it’s at a coffeehouse with a bunch of people I feel lucky to get to work with.)

Oh, uh… nooooo, of course not, I very definitely took the meds in my pocket why would you ask a question like that?!?!?

I kinda want to punch the next person who says anything about “freedom.” It sounds more disingenuous every day, and it didn’t sound GOOD in 2003.

I get stuck in the car if I arrive to work with just a little coffee left in my cup. Empty? No problem. Mostly full? Carry it in. “Oh, I’ll just finish this sip of coffee…”a

Ok, maybe a little bit the planes. The third one turned up right on schedule, and let’s be honest, listening to the war crimes supply line does not make for good dreams fodder.

Heard a C-17 departing as I was falling asleep. Woke up with a foot cramp an hour-ish later and heard another. Subsequent Internet rabbit hole about transport aircraft later, I’m almost expecting to hear a third. And I wonder why I sleep so poorly. (Not the planes. The distractibility!)

Why sleep ON the platform when precariously dangling your legs is an option?

It's the only way to ensure safety before visiting Uranus.

I was looking for something totally different and was reminded of this meme I saved like six years ago. Seems relevant, no?

I’ve never been good at bedtime. When I was a very small child (before I had siblings) my parents would make the human choo-choo train to bed to get me to go. I was always the caboose. Engine varied. Any visiting adult friends were also expected to join the train.

Windows open!

Cutsy misspelling of who- or whatever is that you dislike has never once made your argument seem MORE valid. 🙄 This skeet brought to you by the goober I just saw talking about “the Ruzzians.”

It's beautiful out and I want to be outside but being outside means coming to grips with how completely neglected our outside is and I'm overwhelmed by it. Also I need to go do the laundry.

I have a completionist tendency in games, and WoW is definitely no exception, but there is a Feat of Strength to be killed by a Fungal Strider, and I just can't bring myself to attack my perfect brontoshroom boi here even to let him kill me...

Alonsus Faol not fucking around in Midnight:

What would *actually^ fix you? I really need the work week to be four days. I don’t even mind if those days are ten hours. I just need three days that belong to me. 1 Do Things Day 1 Don’t Do Things Day 1 Engage With Society Day That would substantively improve every aspect of my life.

I’m sorry to everyone who hates it (and I don’t like the change part either) but I am so glad daylight time is back. Give me those evening hours of sun, give them to me now!

Fucking PRAXIS:

Actor meet and greets and similar things have never been my jam, even before I worked in the industry, but I always love seeing people being enthusiastic about things they enjoy. I will also be glad when this dog and pony day is over.

"look what you did! You ruined a perfectly good search engine, you gave it anxiety!"

I took six days off (two of which were my usual weekend, so four vacation days, I guess.) I went in anyway on three of them. Not my best work, I must say.

Extra toe beans in the @ranchogordo.bsky.social Bean Club box this month…

I don’t screen new followers particularly rigorously, but if your pinned post is a reskeet of an account muted for transphobia? That’s a pretty low effort blocking.

Awake. Regret it. (Not that I don’t want to be awake eventually or anything, I’m just off today and there’s no reason for it to be now.)

Some conversation last night re:playing wow/returning to wow, and it occurred to me to say that if any of my moots play on NA and need a friendly, safe, and active guild or neighborhood to park a house, you’d be welcome in ours. DM me or search Aegis-Galakrond in the guild finder and leave a note!

I hope there’s a hell for these people to burn in. It can’t possibly be hot enough.

I always love new expansion launch day, but there was something really great about running out of my player house and down the path like, "let's go on an adventure!" this time!

I’m not here to be influential. I’m here to scream into the void, let’s not get it twisted. (Sometimes the void screams back, and I like a little conversation with my screaming.)

Trans rights or GTFO.

As usual, a very hearty Go Fuck Yourself to anyone going, “Well what do you expect living in <insert red state du jour>?” or “Why don’t they just move?”

I am so tired of the advancement of mediocre men.

Back hurts, many things to do, NOW body is like, “sleep? Sleep when?” Look here, body, YOU’RE the one who wanted to wake up at 6. This is what you get.

Part of me is seeing people calling Spanberger presidential and going, “look, I know we’re all antsy as fuck out here, but she’s been in office here in VA for a MONTH, hold your damn horses.” The other part is like, “sure, if it gets you to stfu about the stuffed shirt in CA, gonna let you cook.”

Why, body? Alarm is not until 7. 6 was completely unnecessary.

Quote post a blurry bunny? Don’t mind if I do.

I love my little backwater of a server... As a last week before the expansion treat, Aegis, my heroic-only guild went to dabble in mythic:

Reskeeting so I remember to do this tomorrow, what an obscenely bad idea.