It is a deeply weird feeling to be working on a piece that amounts to “statistically, the world is big enough that I can’t be the only person doing this work, but I’m the only one I’ve met…”

Without getting into specifics, I’ve got a rare opportunity for cool clergy writing stuff and I have absolutely HORRIBLE writer’s block and keep psyching myself out, plus PCS is making it really hard to be on my laptop. Send thoughts, prayers, or better adderall.

My guiding rule for predicting the arc of history is that we live in an unsubtle political satire - simulation, Iannucci as demiurge, cosmic principle , whatever - the mechanism isn't important but the heuristic holds

a few good Jessica’s

btw you can probably play outer wilds again now it's been like 7 years, you might've actually forgotten most of the details

Rewatching Neverafter and Phoebe keeps meowing back at Zac Oyama every time he makes cat sounds.

I saved this, of a San Francisco street, from that time. It really looks like a shot from an apocalyptic movie.

JR: “I know we’re close to the Strawberry Moon, but this feels a bit on the nose.” JR, after I’ve been staring at the “moon” for like 10 minutes: “wait…that’s the SUNSET!” It’s a good thing my eyes have been fucked up for decades.

Overheard from a group of four guys on the subway: “Yo, why are you doomscrolling? You’re with the bros”

Remember like five years ago when every other person figured out you could buy a tattoo machine and suddendly all the worst people you knew became tattooers?

water is transformative, a tool of baptism, and drowning; from it a sinner emerges saved, the stone emerges smooth, the drys emerges supple and prepared to be wetted once again.

the way this is actually a really good mental health tip

When the moon hits your eye and you just heave a sigh, that's depression

I have 3 axioms that help me decide when to talk to people I disagree with: 1. To debate a subject is to concede that the subject is debatable. 2. To reason with a person is to concede that the person is reasonable. 3. To ask for evidence of a claim is to concede that the claim might be true.

listen I know v little about football & its attendant lores all I know is that the sight of men dressed up as knights templar looking v sad brings me joy at an ancestral level

This is cool as all get-out (if you like roman/greek weirdness and astronomy)

“My fate isn’t controlled by the stars. My fate is controlled by three blind women in a cave in Ireland.” I am not an Astrology Queer or Astrology Magus but these *are* some of my favorite colors.

hey bad news just found out God has been hiding out in geometry and now I have to get really good at math

I think this article gestures queasily at something that we need to work on defining and weaponizing against. news.artnet.com/art-world/ma...

and finally the po'boy comes by its name honestly: it was invented by a café in new orleans who fed streetcar union members for free during a labor strike in 1929. they issued this lovely letter. "We are with you till h--l freezes, and when it does, we will furnish blankets to keep you warm."

My Definitely Neurotypical ass coasted for YEARS on assuming kids on the playground were (correctly) calling me eccentric and bullying me about it for the same reason Belle was suspect for enjoying books in Beauty and the Beast and I think I was fully in middle school before I realized, haha, NOPE

My school ran k-12 & our library divided into elementary, middle, and high school sections. I’d tested out of the middle-school section by 2nd grade, but that meant no one flagged me checking out “Silence of the Lambs” as a 4th grader… Until I asked my mom what “I can smell your cunt” meant.

My illustrations celebrating Nancy Drew entering the public domain

I imagined vegans euphemizing resorting to cannibalism as consuming “Long Nut” and I’ve been laughing nearly to the point of hyperventilation

1. There are LOTS of blatantly anti-Catholic Chick tracts - I remember seeing these as a kid in Georgia in the mid-90s, and my parents were atheists/agnostics. 2. If you don’t know what a Chick tract is, you may be very sheltered from the reality of how insane most American evangelicals are.

We could do sincere/slightly worrying things like “I’M FINE, DON’T COME IN” “I’M MANAGING” “I CAN’T COMPLAIN” or we could go the route of small truths: “GIVE YOURSELF PERMISSION TO SUCK AT DOING SOMETHING THAT OTHERWISE DELIGHTS YOU” “MAKE A POINT OF TELLING FOLKS YOU LOVE THAT YOU LOVE THEM”

(puts down menu) Yeah, I'll have an order of I Will Kill Your Mother, well done, and a side of Exponential Rage. My wife'll have the Overwhelming Contempt with Eat Glass and two Middle Fingers. ...And two Dr. Peppers.

Uh oh it's racist again

I agree on general principle, but I actually find Rooty Tooty Fresh And Fruity *less* cloying than the shtick at Cafe Gratitude, because I would simply prefer not eating to being forced to say affirmations to earn lunch.

i hate when restaurants have cutesy names for their meals. i am not ordering a rooty tooty fresh and fruity, i am ordering pancakes with berries. i am not here for your amusement

You could get mad about dead senator discourse *or* you could enjoy this video of sea lions who have retaken an island with a decommissioned lighthouse off the coast of Oregon and now use the staircase as a giant slide.

Fucked up but your friends are probably aware of and forgive you for your flaws

I love when the aesthetics of specific bands call out specific aesthetic of Christianity. Ghost is for folks who love their high-church liturgical accoutrements and organization charts with complicated backstories. >>

Having seen Twin Temple twice, they put on (pun fully intended) a hell of a show—campy, blasphemous, and joyfully uplifting its audience alongside the 🔥hellish spirits🔥 typically invoked.

Extremely glad that the Good Familiar understands when her person is having a nightmare and struggling to wake up on eir own, because Phoebe rarely scratches folks but fully spiked my inner wrist with her claws out, then laid her face against it and started purring once I’d woken up.

Whether you love or hate their music is beside the point. Artists shouldn't be blacklisted because some people dislike their religious (or anti-religious) imagery. Kudos to Jack White for standing up for free expression. stereogum.com/2504853/jack...

Me, to new coworker: Apologies if this is a weird question but… how often do people tell you you look like Jack Black? NC: Not infrequently. Same question, maybe too deep a cut, but— Ruby Rose in the sequel to Triple X? Me: Literally never, but I’ll be riding the high of that comparison for weeks.

Had the enormous pleasure of seeing the great @shing.bsky.social and their incredible props for their film "The Last Fifteen Minutes" at the SVA MFA Visual Narrative Program's industry night!

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Cathedrals everywhere

Some little details I didn't share in the original post, small embellishments on the finger guards and the fact that it's riveted together and not welded

More fight scenes should be choreographed by people into impact play.

“Total Eclipse” is out of the range of every one of us here and none of us care. R.I.P. Bonnie.

RIP bonnie tyler. lotta folks tonight are gonna learn the extent to which 'total eclipse of the heart' is outside their karaoke range

"wow you've worked really hard on this I'm so proud of you" > "that's brilliant, you're brilliant"

Dice give me the Strength to change the things I can,the Dexterity to dodge the things I can’t, the Constitution to survive what I can’t dodge, the Intelligence and Wisdom to know the difference, and the Charisma to make this joke land