Not necessarily my favorite, but it has a very special place in my heart and I don’t think it gets enough credit for being such a delight.

I know it isn’t the point of this thread / post, but I think this is a fundamental aspect of my theology - a grand investment in & incarnation of delight. I truly believe one of God’s intentions for creation is delight, in & of itself. Plus mutual delight is the easiest place for love to start.

Tried a new audiobook and turned it off after exactly 1 min because the FMC’s Texas accent was so bad.

I'm just going to keep saying this until I die: In a white supremacist patriarchy, you have value only insofar as you serve the white supremacist patriarchy. Kyle Rittenhouse & Ashli Babbitt did. Renee Good & Alex Pretti didn't. On Jan 6, the insurrectionists did. The cops didn't. Rinse, repeat.

One of the best things I’ve read in a while:

It’s not quite the same level of feat as Tatiana Maslany on Orphan Black, but Anna Torv does an impressive job embodying several different characters on Fringe, which is my current comfort / background rewatch.

It's been an intense week on the "Elle's logic doesn't follow other people's logic" front. And I gotta say, I'm so appreciative that I can have honest convos about that with my current colleagues. Summary of my week: "This seems dumb, but you are smart. Help me understand the smart, please?"

I made crumb cake muffins this weekend. It made 15. I told myself I’d take some to a friend tomorrow. I think I have 6 left. So… I’m (coping) having a great time, at least.

God is in the protest of the people... don't miss the divine clinging to the safety of order

Oh god, there’s a high-pitched electricity sound in my house that I can’t make stop. Please no one hold me accountable for my actions or attitude until this is resolved.

Considering wearing a bold lipstick to my grandmother’s funeral just because she would have hated it.

I have to figure out how to get my 7ft Christmas to the curb by myself tomorrow. All my usual friends and helpers have things… thoughts and prayers, please and thank you.

Having just rewatched it, my top answer is Psych. It didn’t sacrifice the centrality of the friendship for the sake of romance, which would have been so easy to do as an ending. Plus it had Billy Zane AND Val Kilmer.

Heartbreaker by Ryan Adams Gah, I hate that guy. But damn, Sam (I love that album).

Psych has a perfect series finale.

My annual workbook has separate sections for thinking and feeling questions. And while sometimes that distinction is clear to me (for myself)…. It mostly is not. At least not practically, in how I manage & engage them… it’s my most ND / ennea5 trait, I think.

I talk a lot about AI and "male loneliness" as a lack of distress tolerance for the messy business of dealing with other humans, but the rejection (most noticeable in MAGAts and anti-vaxxers, but spreading to, sigh, everything) of the *idea of expertise* is a symptom of the same problem. (thread)

Can someone make the fireworks stop? Please?

I had awful insomnia for 4mos (avg 3-4hrs sleep)… but hey! Thanks to that and stimulation issues, I read 156 books and listened to 68 audiobooks in 2025. About 90% romance until the last 2mos. Overall truly a great reading year. Lots of new authors and fun rereads. Thanks, library card!

Doing my annual year end review / new year visioning (Unravel Your Year by Susannah Conway since 2017!)… and the quote that I realize I’ve gone back to so often this year is from last January and carrying over into this one: “Despair has never liberated anybody.” From @esaumccaulley.bsky.social

If we all listen to Counting Crow’s A Long December from now until our respective midnight, do you think we can make the whole “maybe this year will be better than the last” come true?

Ending the year with a death in the family (my grandmother passed this morning)… the third major death of family or close family friends… plus my folks had several friends lose children this year. Hell of a year, 2025.

I take no leave of you, 2025. I send no compliments to your mother. You deserve no such attention. I am most seriously displeased.

A great day: Diner breakfast + work session, bakery visit, local bookstore haul, Trader Joe’s, reading break, work meeting that led to a real breakthrough, silent bookclub at a brewery (had a delicious bourbon barrel stout), Kroger + liquor store restock, leftovers dinner, prepped beef bourguignon.

Plenty of things I am grumpy about with the recent OS update (look, I hate change)… but having to double tap to go between all tabs on Safari might be the thing that breaks me.

“You are what October would be if it was a person.”

A thing about me is that I almost never delete birthdays or anniversaries from my calendar, even if we don’t talk anymore. Maybe if it’s been more than 10yrs or someone became a nemesis… My calendar is as much an organizational tool as it is a living memorial to people in my life.

I was sitting outside a bar waiting for a friend, and Matt Czuchry walked by several times in both directions… I figured he was early to meet someone at a restaurant nearby but it made him look like a lost puppy. I texted my niece (a big GG fan) about it & she responded with “#teamlogan forever.”

This is my 2nd year keeping notes on my year (I make a template in my notes app). I track things I watch, listen to, read, etc. + simple notes from the month like “lunch with Joe was fun!” & “sick on my birthday sucks.” I do my best (& miss things), but it’s so helpful and fun to review at year end.

Big Fat Quiz time!

Information I didn’t know I needed but am delighted I now have (because I love Swedish Fish).

What I’m Reading… a thread (when I feel like updating it, anyway)…

Made Claire Saffitz healthyish muffins, instant pot salmon and smashed potatoes, homemade veggie broth, & beef stroganoff… w/ audiobook accompaniment. Reorganized my fridge & freezer. Finished Pluribus & most of the way through S6 of Miss Scarlet. Now eating pie. Solid day in a liminal week.

Penis Nachos Friends Hah. I can think of worse ways to define a year...

Got home from the airport at 6:30, and I have already done 2 loads of laundry (and 1 folded), completely unpacked, chose recipes for the week, ordered groceries for pickup tomorrow, and watched 2 of the new Stranger Things episodes. Now some champagne and the 3rd ST episode. Huzzah!

The hallowed remains of our beloved Pop-Tarts. May their memories be a blessing.

Life of Chuck was in my top movies of the year (alongside Frankenstein, Hamnet, and Train Dreams). It’s weird and lovely and you should watch it.

Solid used bookstore haul today. #romancelandia

Watching The Last Frontier with my folks and my mother says something about how beautiful the scenery is at least 3 times per episode. To which my dad invariably responds, “Looks cold.”

Scandalized my mother by telling her I didn’t believe in penal substitutionary atonement tonight. Tis the season!

From the Pilot of Playing House (Jessica St Clair & Lennon Parham): “Sometimes life doesn't work out as planned. And when that happens, you have to be brave and let your friends help you."

y'all, I really love romance. I know it has its many problems. I love critiquing those problems and reading amazing smart critiques from other people. I just also really love romance a lot, a lot, a lot. thank you to the many beautiful romance writers out there making my life lovelier.

I love the native BlueSky font because I now look at things about “AI” as if it’s some stupid person named Alfred who doesn’t understand how the world works. “Oh, Al wants to make sure ‘smart food’ is powering my fridge? That’s because he’s a dumbass.” “Al is sending us to Mars? Good luck, buddy.”

Truly in awe of anyone managing to end 2025 without having started blood pressure meds at some point. Couldn’t be me.

I’m reading a novel about WWI and the author chose to adopt some grammar styles from the period… including not using quotation marks for dialogue. And oof man, it can be a struggle to tell when dialogue kicks in / drops off.

My parents’ house is kind of echoey, which means it’s very obvious when it’s quiet… which is a real problem when you can’t handle hearing other people eat and you finish dinner first. I almost demanded music but instead I left the room in dramatic “I can’t do this anymore!” fashion for kicks.

So I’m one of those psychopaths who isn’t into animals. But there is one dog I’ve loved - my bestie’s GSP. We bonded 10yrs ago & we are BFFs. She’s been having troubles & they decided to put her down this week. But I’m not there for last cuddles, and I am surprisingly (to me) so sad about this.

Me, submerged headfirst in Brie: Shu’ up, ’s medishinal.

My brain makes up fascinating things… last night I had a dream in which a friend and I decided to settle our age-old debate… over whether a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich tastes better when eaten at table with a round tablecloth or a square tablecloth.