Last October I cut 143 tiny branches out of cardstock and 1 sliver of flesh out of my finger with a dull x-acto knife in order to make the year’s Halloween cards. The craft gods’ demand for blood seemed seasonally appropriate, but it did take an awfully lot of time and blood for only 13 cards

Physical therapist this morning: discusses my testosterone use, calls me “girl” Me: 😕 Good thing you have useful opinions about my skeleton 😕

As a non-artist, GenAI has had one significant upside in my life: it changed the conversation I was hearing about who is supposed to draw things

Upside to being spayed beyond becoming surgically capable of enjoying Mad Max Fury Road: medical forms!

Did you know that lotion can do something besides cause a temporary and unpleasant slime sensation on your skin? This may be common knowledge, what with the availability of “lotion” as a product people actually buy, but it is NEWS TO ME

Successfully put on a silly outfit for the tea party, thus maintaining an ✨aspect of identity✨ despite feeling untethered from my essential self

Infuriating: Apparently crawling around as a primary mode of locomotion for a solid month can mess up your knee! Aaaaand I’ve been crawling around for a solid month CONSEQUENCES! Ugh!

Been so distracted by all the nonsense going on with my body that I forgot to post the one good thing that’s happened to it lately: my sixth tattoo session with Mar!

SAM: “I wish there was an acceptable hug emoji” ME: “At least we’ve got something better than jazz hands 🤗 now” SAM: “Wait what?” ME: “🫂” SAM: “Oh! I thought that was a video camera with bee wings”

Interaction with the phlebotomist at my blood draw yesterday:

I used to think I wasn’t picky about sleeping surfaces because I don’t need a pad when camping, but NOPE

OBSERVATION: The cat I’m sitting has written his plans on the calendar, but he doesn’t have thumbs

I feel like a ghost. Or my leg does, but that’s ME I know too much of my identity is tied up in my legs, and maybe leg isn’t the healthiest place to keep the core of one’s personhood? AND YET this is the state of affairs

Zim’s foster kitten didn’t play fair She was just a tiny motor in a fragile ribcage. I pet her for a SOLID HOUR and every time I tried to take my hand away she’d just nuzzle in again

Haven’t been posting much because I don’t know which mushrooms I am anymore Am I still the front mushrooms? Or have I transformed into the back mushrooms, rotting behind a lively facade?

You know that plotline where your friend is a superhero but you’ve got no idea until it’s 1 AM and you’re both stumbling home from the bar and you get attacked by muggers and your friend, in this hour of need, is forced to reveal that they’ve been training jiu-jitsu since age 3?

Typical monster fallacy: assuming everyone would want to be a bridge troll

Fifth session on my sleeve yesterday!

Sometimes I can be a little uuuuuhhh absent minded about things? But luckily my friends know this, so Lyric sent MULTIPLE reminders regarding the cabbage they left in fridge for me

Last night at dinner we were discussing who, upon death, would be the best candidate to leave a ghost

I feel like an industrious little squirrel preparing for winter, except summer is the season of dread and acorns won’t help with that

Skeleton o’clock

The best part of going in for physical therapy is seeing Roger. He’s always there in a new outfit, ready to give me a high five or hold my hand

Trying to schedule transportation to the new Sunday night roleplaying campaign but me and my ride both have unmedicated ADHD and it’s like

My old coworker Abby cut my hair yesterday. She’s a lot happier as a stylist than she was as a barista, despite the occasional HAIR SPLINTER

I was hanging out with Robbie and Lyric and found myself wishing, as I frequently do, that I could make a little doodle. Like not even an ✨artistic rendering✨ of anything, stick figures would be fine, but I can’t even usefully stick figure

I said I’d eat my hat if I was wrong, and now here we are

Here are your starting parameters:

In physical therapy, a thing they usually do is ask for a list of ways your injury impedes daily life. This is how, after explaining that I am BARISTA I need ARM, I wound telling my PT about Mara taking me on a tour of his new house

Good morning companions! I am stressed about my TENDONS and my JOB and the GOVERNMENT. But it seems I am still king of the ephemeral snow pile? So at least there’s that.

Tattoo update! Still quite a bit to go, but ✨the vision✨ is coming together

Slept through the New Year’s party, but @samuelhblack.bsky.social and @free-bearz.bsky.social brought me in effigy and it looks like I had a great time

A nice thing about going back to work is seeing everyone’s time skip character redesigns. One has new glasses that make her whole face look different, another has waist length blonde extensions, and I have the beginning of a tattoo that… I never posted pictures of??

So. A butterfly just landed on me. A live butterfly. It is December 24th in Wisconsin and there is snow on the ground.

Usually when I say “there’s something magical about starting a walk in the dark and watching the sun come up” the magic in question is just a feeling

Fortunate that I’m not plagued with doubt as to whether my friends actually like me. They do! Aw yeah!

Common thought “I never know when it’s appropriate to ask for a ride to the medical clinic when technically I could take the bus or walk” actually FALSE. On occasion it is very clear!

I’m in a queer horror book club that meets every other month in the Corporate Dystopia Room of the local grocery store

In further orange-things-making-me-happy news, I recently started buying bags of habaneros in an effort to reduce the DPS (dollars per Scoville) of my weekly grocery bill. If you ask my mouth, this is going great!

You ever have an emotionally weighty secret that oozes all over your mental landscape, and the secret nature of the ooze keeps you from saying words because even the true ones feel false when you're not allowed to acknowledge the ooze on them?

Wild that the etymology of “implied” isn’t “imp lied.” Like yes, implications ARE the way you can mislead without technical falsehood in a faerie or demon contract, this IS how imps can lie, but that’s a total coincidence and we’re actually basing this word on the Latin for “to enfold” or whatever

HAPPY HALLOWEEN I wanna see your costumesssss 👁️

Well, that was art. It was rich and gorgeous and also the straightest fucking version of Frankenstein I’ve ever seen

An old coworker visited the store for the first time in years yesterday "Lex! I was hoping for a familiar face! Do you remember me?" And in my head I was like "of course, Eye of the Tiddy!" My mouth got as far as "of course," before I froze -- wait, what WAS his name? Oh no

Showed up to a friend’s hobbit party as Smaug, surprising absolutely nobody

Hhhhhhhh you know what? NO I’M NOT OVER IT and it’s my birthday so let me have another little post as a treat?

Walking back to the cabin with the player of a character my zombie just killed at Hawkins LARP: ME: “I wonder how long a skeleton takes to burn to ash” THEM: “About 8 hours” …of course they just Knew That. Gosh I love horror LARPers so much

How many baristas does it take to operate a conventional home coffee machine? (two) (the answer is two)

Something is afoot at the apple farm