I just awoke from a dream where there was a yearly tradition of gathering at a spot where superstitious people would go to wish for things, and yelling at said landmark that it was trying too hard or too proud of itself, in order to keep it humble and thus maintaining the luck.

Holy shit, just learned about the typewriter art of Montserrat Alberich Escardívol, a Catalan typist. Using an extra wide typewriter and 180 color ribbons, she built up elaborate images from simple characters like 'm' and '.' and ';'. Here is her typewritten painting of the Cathedral of Barcelona.

Don’t you hate it when you avoid something for years, thinking you’ll hate it, and then you try it … and you were right, it’s awful. In COMPLETELY UNRELATED NEWS, I have contacts now. (It’s only the first day, I will probably hate it less as I get used to them.)

Listening to my Spotify everything playlist, and reminded that I *love* the mouthfeel of B-B-B-Bennie and the Jetsssssssssssss. In "I don't know if this is an autistic thing", some things just feel neat in my mouth when I sing them.

AND HE WAS LIKE, BUT NOT MY FACE, RIGHT? AND I WAS LIKE WELL IT'S A FACE, SO

Me: I also want to know now. Me: *reading comments* Me: nvm I am too dumb to understand the proposed answers

It cost $0.00 to make an artist's day better

In quotes from this morning/last night’s dreams: “Dad, can I have my wall back?”

Work bestie just called me to ask about an email in the department inbox because she’s away from her desk, but I was like “I’m not at my desk either, heck if I know” and that’s why we’re besties. 😂 (FTR, I have Outlook and Teams on my phone, so I know when I’m needed)

Me: I love Halloween! My entire feed 10/31: Look at this drawing of a three-headed scorpion zombie! Me: Not like that. 😭 😱

As @kenwhite.bsky.social says, ICE is thug trash.

I hate when you blow your nose and all the crud comes out, and you’re like, “Yes, I can now breathe unimpeded” and minutes later your nose is like, “Nice try, bitch.”

I’m happy with it. We done good.

Today on "Why the internet is still good": We were able to find the manual to the ancient egg cooker that we inherited from @illmeaningfaery.bsky.social's parents. It looks like it's got to be 40 years old, but the company still has the manual on their website and we could download the text.

A thousands times yes.

A little over twelve years ago, this bundle of mischief and joy wrapped in soft silky fur came into our lives. Today, he left us, with his dignity still intact, for age had bitten off too many chunks of his health. Goodbye, Mr. Pickles. We were truly blessed to have you in our lives.

So on one hand, I am an adult with a house I own and a reasonable amount of whimsy; on the other, I have to acknowledge that holographic wallpaper would probably be cool for about a week before it got very annoying.

🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯 Dolly outlives him 🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯

Hey this reminds me, I found out there's an app that will send a check-in message to your phone each day, and notify a person you designate if you don't click the "I'm fine!" button. In case your thought here is, "yeah, I live alone, I HOPE my pet eats me rather than starving..." www.snugsafe.com

listen. when dolly parton’s sister says it’s time for us all to be prayer warriors for dolly. you fucking pray for dolly

The scene: our house, windows open @nopipbutcpip.bsky.social : I'm cold. Me: Put on a sweater. Him: I'm wearing a sweater. Me: PUT ON ANOTHER. (I hate closing the windows.)

I get that the clouds owe me nothing, but I hate when I’m just enjoying the natural light and suddenly the room is so dark I can barely see my tortilla chips.

IT’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/its...

I suspect now would be a great time to break into my house; I’d probably ignore the sounds assuming it was more acorns.

My computer has been in the shop since August 21 and I want it baaaaack.

Me as of late 🦝 #art #comic #raccoon

Me: Yay, I am happy to have a houseguest this weekend. My uterus: Guest, you say?

“Maybe I can afford not to use the GPS for a simple trip.” *proceeds to make the wrong turn TWICE on a stretch of road that I use at least thrice a week and have been familiar with since childhood* *…turns GPS back on*

Random reminder that handwriting analysis is junk science. I’m still pretty sure it’s his signature though.

Just dragged myself awake from a dream that was ABOUT not being able to awake from a dream (mmm nested dreams). I was so out of it that I thought I was going to be late for work. Stumbled to the bathroom like a drunkard. I will be going back to sleep now, which is probably ill-advised.

As I sit in my house, listening to acorns ricochet off the roof, I am reminded that the years of Mom’s car sitting motionless in the backyard were classified as “hail damage” for the trade-in.

Me: I am so lucky to have a landscaping service that maintains our property once a week. Me, when they show up as scheduled and start doing their work: Nooooo go away

honestly insane how reporters have kept going "well but crime down so isn't this a good thing" about the take over of DC, dawg the reason why crime has collapsed is the same reason why restaurants are in freefall, because no one is outside because of all the goddamn goons

I get to see dachshunds race today. I hope it is as adorable as it sounds.

The bunny has an upper respiratory infection. There are garb issues. Jennifer's still limping on a rollator. Looks like this weekend's plans are being changed, but by the gods, there will be fun. I will enjoy myself.

Me to @nopipbutcpip.bsky.social as we were discussing the eventual upgrades to the master bedroom: Build me a bed out of a tree! Him, indignant: What do I look like, an Ithacan?

Read the BANNED BOOKS first....

Me: think I’ll sleep in a bit before work Landscaping crew outside: I think not

Oh yeah, I'm looking at a sex toy shop for those wedge pillows for sexy times. ... so I can elevate my fucked-up leg when I sleep. :(

Currently grateful for (a) rechargeable battery-operated fans; (b) cell service; and (c) this lantern/flashlight I bought a week or so ago. In COMPLETELY UNRELATED news, our power is out and the storm is storming.

An honest ICE poster courtesy of thegoodliars.bsky.social

I just finished filling out my application to the DMV for a temporary disabled placard and I have feelings.

affect = verb effect = noun But… ‘Effect’ can be a verb that means "to cause to come into being." - The strike effected change within the company 'Affect' can be a noun that refers to an observable emotional response. -His affect did not change after hearing the news

I have compounded my knee issues by tearing a muscle in my calf, so that’s fun.

Testing Fat Patients' Patience Read more cartoons! ---> #PoliCartoon Help us make more! ----> patreon.com/barry #FatAcceptance

I will forever be trying to find the space between "I must follow all rules as written and not ever ask to deviate from provided options" and "I am a shrew and a harridan who should not be allowed to interact with the general public."

Sitting at my computer when @illmeaningfaery.bsky.social walks over and sits on the day bed behind my computer. I hastily close windows. "If it's porn, I don't care," she says. "No, it's notes for tomorrow's 13th Age session!" Which she is playing in. (ASK HER ABOUT HER CHARACTER, Y'ALL.)

So there’s all the obvious uses for “x-ray” vision, but now that I own a home-—particularly, one with two stories and a basement—I would like that power to see where stuff lines up on different levels.