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(Oral surgery update) I got a good grade in mouth!

So I’ve just seen that Glenn Beck has acquired an AI George Washington to condescend to Americans (and agree with his bro, Glenn Beck, obviously) and that’s somehow not the most pathetic thing that either AI or Glenn Beck has done.

Around day 6 or so he begins to say “at least 10 minutes a day,” so I’ll give him a couple points back.

(Oral surgery update) How’s your evening, ‘cause I’m having a panic attack about spaghetti? 🍝

I'm chatty because I had a dental procedure today, so my OCD is going all Code RED on me. So, yeah, I'm gonna make a thread about learning drums. Let's go.

D.A.R.E. had it all wrong. GarageBand is the real gateway drug. Anyway, apparently I’m learning drums now.

Elizabeth makes the only Thanksgiving dinner I’ve ever even remotely enjoyed. This may not sound like the glowing review that it is, but that meal is working on hard mode, and I barely like food to begin with.

I feel about Thanksgiving like I feel about platformers: extreme dread. Silksong is fun though, so maybe.

Are they, though?

Anyway this entire thread is actually about how Emmylou Harris released the best album of her life in the 90s and I need, like, Natalie Merchant and Alanis Morrisette to up their fucking game.

To be clear, I’m not older than you think. I was just a weird 15 year old.

The 15 year old in my head right now is just chanting “robert plant robert plaNT ROBert PlanT??” Like, I kinda try not to fan out about artists too much, but also I led my first magical ritual to a copy of IV, you know?

Walt Disney: I wanna do a picture about Dalmatians. Animator: Oh cool! I love those dogs. How many Dalmatians do we need to draw? Two? Three? Disney: Animator: Disney: *whispers in animator’s ear* Animator: Shit, man.

Next we’ll find out that men stopped being gay in the mid-80s.

Ok, how is Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood’s second record together, Nancy & Lee Again (1972), so unlauded? Every note of this thing is a delight.

Well, don’t disappoint him. (Panel from Dumbing of Age)

lol the Bluesky moderation robots flagged Bauhaus’ debut as “Adult Content” BRB, flagging all art museums as “Adult Content”

(picking from our vinyl collection for the next bit) In the Flat Field, Bauhaus, 1980 An ex friend of ours had a theory that the two broad categories of Goths are Bauhaus and Sisters of Mercy (and then, if my marriage is any evidence, they kiss)

I woke up this Halloween morning to Florence + the Machine’s new record, “Everybody Scream,” in which Florence Welsh gets back to the business of being a maximalist weirdo after having taken a giant nap in 2022 with “Dance Fever.”

Patrons have just gotten my spoken word essay, Insomnia, an exploration of Home, loss, and a child's magic set to an ambient ocean of reverb. It's shockingly a good time.

The OCD/Autism handshake meme is just this panel of Dumbing of Age.

Gossiping with my long distance chaos gremlin friend like:

Woke up slammed by a really bad migraine, so that eye exam later ought to be fun.

Some people’s love language is gifts, some want acts of service… our marriage is grounded in comic timing, and recognizing a set up when you see one.

GOP are really out here calling “no kings” rally a “hate America” rally… like

I’ve been in a games mood lately. This was a lot of fun. Simple graphics that are nevertheless lovely, and the game teaches itself to the player very well in the first few puzzles. Great design, all around.

I kinda just have this guy in my head all the time right now, except he's on about harmonicas.

What do you call homesickness, for a place you’ve only visited? I never feel whatever that is more than when I see photographs of places I’ve been in London. A tiny heartbreak every time.

I feel like there would be exponentially fewer drug related mishaps if honest, non-judgmental, and clear guidance on drug interactions was easier to find. Instead it’s 70% moralizing, 25% complete bullshit, and If you’re lucky there’s an answer to your god damn question in the back 5.

Forget that Wiccan 3 times rule; that’s silly and arbitrary. The actual advice is you should only curse someone if you’d feel completely above board explaining it to them after the fact. Corollary advice: just let the fucker curse themself.

The single worst thing about the concept of “being psychically attacked” is that it leads to people looking karma dead in the eye and going “some nebulous other person is cursing me.”

Phoenix flames are still a fire, it turns out.

I never thought to ask what Paul McCartney doing Lil’ Kim would be like, and yet listening to “Wood” I see that Taylor Swift has the answer.

I don’t do Southern Pride all that much, but… Duke’s 💪

Well, the banner at the top of the damn USDA website sure is upsetting. At least the Department of Education has their shit together enough to look professional. 🪦

Important update: he stuck his little paw out and is twitching it in his sleep.

He yawned and then did this.

Found this gem of an album review on Reddit for Discharge’s 2016 End of Days.

My unpopular take is that it's weird to not realize that the movement in youth to get rid of sex scenes is also a fascist movement to stigmatize sexuality and kinks outside of the realm of heteronormativity.

How close were your seats for Wardruna, Penn? We were the outer edge of the (pointedly excessive) fog machine at one point.

I was Willie Nelson, a black leather jacket, and rose docs, which turned out to be a very accurate summary of the vibe.

And sure enough, NYT lawsuit tossed out on its ass, Kimmel is back, and everyone is trumpeting that Kennedy is full of shit on the Tylenol thing. Ls all around.

It’s funny; I’ve always been real picky about speakers/headphones, but it never occurred to me how polished my electric piano would sound if I used the synth amp on it, instead of the built in.

Happy rapture to the fundamentalist Christian boy who kissed me on the mouth when we were like 11 and then burst into tears because now we were both going to hell.

Wait… is Trent Reznor a Disney Princess now?

For those who missed it, here's my obituary for Charlie Kirk, a man who made the world worse every day he drew breath. www.patreon.com/posts/on-vio...

Tried to get a Covid vaccine yesterday, and United literally refuses cover it at a pharmacy, my doctor’s office simply doesn’t give them, so I get to drive out of town and see if insurance decides to be insurance there, or if I’m out $250 to be allowed to exist in public. This should not be hard.

How the fuck did we end up in the timeline where a Nazi shoots another Nazi, and suddenly the government stops pretending it’s not about to camp all the queers? What actual hell are we living in, here?