Spending the weird limbo time left in 2025 cleaning out files, backing everything up to a local drive, etc. This also gives me a chance to look through all my photos and think "Oh, actually, I did a lot of things this year." I think I'll post some of the safer favorites. Because I like you people.

How I'm walking out of 2025:

Accounts I deleted forever as part of a digital cleaning today: Tumblr Pinterest Vestigial Twitter placeholder And to think, there was a time when these were indispensable.

Search your first name and then “glamour shot” And post a photo. ...I broke this game.

When they shoot a Muppet movie, do you think they have to muppet-test the actors? Like, did they sit Micheal Caine in a room and make him talk to Kermit for an hour to make sure he wouldn't crack up?

How I'm turning up to the Bluesky Christmas party.

I don't usually make food, but I was determined to make both cookies and latkes this year. Lost a few days to migraine, but I'm still making latkes. Or else.

I jinxed myself by posting this. Stopped for gas and my fuel door was frozen closed. Got what I deserved there.

Ah, Vermont in winter. The fresh snow, the pretty lights...the giggles as everyone in the fast food drivethrough opens their doors to yell at the speaker because their car windows are frozen shut.

Let the fucking merriment begin.

Congrats to Bari Weiss for making this the most-watched piece of journalism in North America today.

"Maybe if we add one more AI Sparkle Button to our interface, users will finally click it." Buddy, I am in the process of shedding MICROSOFT over this garbage. Your whole mediocre productivity app fits much more easily in the bin.

I hate computers so much sometimes.

Me: You made a plague doctor? Orpheus: What's a plague doctor?

Happy Solstice, everyone. It gets brighter from here.

Orpheus made a tree monster.

If anyone is still filling out their 2026 Bingo card...

Today is apparently Writers Disclose AI day, so here's mine. I have never used AI to write, edit, or make any materials related to my books, and insofar as it is within my power, I never will. BUT.

Y'all, we can and should shun AI, but we can NOT be pissed at writers for not understanding what is was in the early years, as it got shoved into all of our tools without our consent. People needed a minute to learn what it was.

Made the cookies. Please clap.

Trump's FDA claims that companies selling chest binders have "misbranded" medical devices.

Went out and bought stuff to make cookies and now I'm too tired to make cookies. But I want cookies, dammit.

Wordle has just caused a very funny conversation in my household but I can't tell you about it without spoiling the Wordle.

News sites aren't fully on this yet, and the paragraph here was removed, but I checked the FDA site and it looks real. www.fda.gov/inspections-...

I know I usually do more political commentary, but right now I am in the hole of "I've said all this already." Just assume I'm over here reading every headline and saying "That's deeply fucked up" before putting my phone down and going back to things I can actually do things about.

I have joined a local forum and discovered there are only two kinds of posts: 1. The post office has fucked up, and 2. The resolution supporting Palestine is/is not anti-Jewish

We are now making bot checks that humans cannot pass. Good job, tech bros.

Instead of pretending that my six month editing process is all one NaNoWriMo, I'm going to start tagging them Bookwork instead. Today in bookwork: I have started edits on A Word And A Bullet for the new edition. As with the last one, this first chapter makes me want to walk into the sea.

Creative solidarity means: If you're a writer, do not use AI "art" or AI "voiceover" If you're an artist, do not use AI "writing" or AI "references" If you're a streamer/actor, do not use AI for backdrops, thumbnails, etc. Never help AI steal another medium No excuses, no shortcuts, no surrender.

Today I'm finally giving Waterfox a chance to put out Firefox. Most things we use all let us down eventually. Being open to moving on is the best we can do.

I've started hitting the answer button on spam calls to see what happens. So far, most of them respond to my silence with silence and the bot hangs up. Today I got an actual guy.

NaNoWriMo day...fifty or whatever the fuck this would be. I have finished the edit of Planetary Tarantella book one for the second edition. Yes, I cringed occasionally. But there was good stuff in there, too. It was better than I thought. It will see the sun again soon. Now I start on book two.

Today is a heavy day to be connected to the whole world through the air. I'm going to hold off on sharing any actual news items until I know what is coming from where and who had verified it. But I'm going to encourage you as a person to take care of yourself and whoever is next to you.

I was wrong. Don't buy a painted tree. They're long-dead and shedding and they don't smell nice and they end up looking grey. They defeat the whole purpose. Ended up getting a new tree at the farm store.

Serious question: How many of you have an e-reader app that you can load DRM-free books into?

I started the long, pain-in-the-ass process of pulling all my self-pubs from Amazon almost a year ago. In my new distribution plan, I am now trying to figure out if I can prevent Amazon from listing my ebooks at all.

What in the cryptid is this

Tom Lehrer passed this year. If he was the man I thought he was, then he would want his memory associated with the concepts of laborious, thoughtful, heartfelt silliness. With that in mind, here's this. youtu.be/MehTnsDVvU4

Ten years ago.

It will never stop being funny to me watching dudes in giant trucks plow right into snow banks in the parking lot because they don't know how big their nose is.

I haven't gotten one all day, so, good start. Now I have to wait until someone actually needs to email me to make sure humans can figure it out.

In an attempt to place a brick wall between myself and the firehose of LLM spam, I have redesigned my Contact page. kestrelcasey.com/contact/

AI Ouija board

I was told I had to watch Reacher but I have questions about season one. The main one is this: Why, in a show that's ~50% about how 6'5" this man is, does he keep scrounging clothes out of thrift stores and donation bins and somehow the pants are *always long enough*

Without downloading new pics, what is it like dating you? I know how it looks, but I promise, this really has been saved on my phone for more than a year.

striking baristas 🤝 union drivers

Never trust a review of a business that starts "Ever since Kate became the manager..."

You will be VISITED by three SPIRITS

You will be visited by 3 spirits