How seriously can you expect to be taken as an adult if you call yourself Mikey?

Kind of glad I didn't have to go through life with the name Penny Tinkler.

Is some sort of American football match taking place?

Waiting for Donald Trump to claim this prize really should have been awarded to him.

Once again @tatler.com.web.brid.gy hits it out of the park--"Zarazuela" for "Zarzuela" and "providence" for "provenance". HIRE PROOFREADERS IF YOU WON'T HIRE LITERATE WRITERS.

Kinda neat.

Where are the rest of his legs? Did they just sink into the ground and his shoes are actually on his knees?

I knew Bessent reminded me of *someone* . . . .

What do you think Stephen Cheung's head is stuffed with? My guess is the rotting bits of American bills retrieved years ago from the DB Cooper mid-air heist. Let's get this going. Tell me your guess.

The current president of the United States wrote this.

The Queen.

Um. I'll pass, thanks.

I think Magritte likes my new Witches' Blood tartan throw, designed for a production of Macbeth at @stratfest.bsky.social, from MacLeods Scottish Shop here in Stratford, ON.

I have no knowledge of what went on here, of course, but just as a wild guess I'd think, I dunno, it might have happened because he's a terrible person and nobody likes him?

“I beseech you, in the bowels of Christ, think it possible that you may be mistaken.” Sometimes Cromwell--Oliver, that is--had a real way with words.

In a corner of our living room; night and day.

Have to go to Tennessee tomorrow. Long story, but let's just say the jar I placed there is causing problems.

Working on a new show, "Suddenly Susan Sontag."

It's a snowy winter day.

The sentences you never, ever dream you'll read.

Why on Earth is Tatler so sloppy?

Grateful neither I nor anyone I know has had to go through life with the name Muirhead Bone.

Delicious fruitcake. So simples.

Years ago, I remarked to a Jamaican-Canadian friend that my complexion was "just one step up from an albino person." He wrinkled his nose and said, "Well...maybe *half* a step." Tonight my husband--who has long known me--reported that I looked "very pale." IMMINENT INVISIBILITY AWAITS.

So Formula 1 was won by a guy named Lando, which is absurd and perfect.

Sorry, but "falling in love with the breastfeeding experience" is an...odd thing to say.

This man looks as though he says "HYUCK" on a regular basis.

He really likes the fire.

I've really gotta stop saying "I'll fix it in post" every time I screw something up.

My home is redolent with the scent of fresh banana muffins.

Me *Trying to describe an excruciating abdominal pain experience to a nurse*: I've never experienced labour, but-- Nurse: You feel like you're going to die. Me: That's it.

Those Luxembourgish people go hard.

I still think "weirdly smart" is too flattering to Trump, but okay.

This makes me want to instruct my husband to put some weird random stuff in my mouth when I'm buried, just to mess with archaeologists of the future.

If you dress like this for a blind date, you may be taking the description too literally.

Sorry, what?

A young woman appearing in an NYT fashion item calls herself Purple Wang.

Just saw @thedailybeast.bsky.social refer to a "mountainous valley."

A sweet, furry companion on this blustery afternoon.

A very happy Thanksgiving to all Americans. May you not shoot each other at too great a rate today.

Think I should watch these in this order.

My mother once found herself attending so many funerals in a short period that the undertaker passed by her and whispered, We've got to stop meeting like this."

HEY #BBC THIS ALLOWS ME CONTROL HOME APPLIANCES

In our garden, through snow and frost, this soldiers on.

Dear Sting: Rehumanize myself? In THIS economy?