Happy May the 4th to all who celebrate. I do not as I'm Star War Orthodox and celebrate on May 25th, as the Lords of Sci-Fi and Fantasy set forth in the holy scriptures.

I hate this government for giving me a new moon launch, but dropping it into a timeline where I have so little trust in the government that I can't view the Artemis II with anything but suspicion. To the brave woman and men aboard...

A single mother in our local Buy Nothing group asked for a set of D&D dice for their 8yo son, whose friends are getting into D&D. She also thinks it's something they can learn and play together. They're coming over later thinking they're getting a single set of dice. But I'm gonna hook them up.

I don't have a good T-shirt for today's geek holiday. But I have one ready for tomorrow, and it only makes sense one day a year.

I just dropped off Clove to the groomer. And right after I handed her off I got accosted by two very energetic, chubby Yorkies. Who climbed onto their owner's heads before jumping into my arms. Their humans apologized for a solid two minutes, telling me they never do that.

I need a Teams status that says "You're only getting half my attention until I finish my morning puzzles."

I can't believe I didn't sell merch at my dad's funeral. I must not have loved him very much.

The two things I miss the most from my childhood, are my dad, and the ability to fall asleep.

Self-soothing by watching complicated Sudoku solve videos.

The streak has ended, at 1995 days.

First new ink in a while. Really liking the bright orange. Rohrer & Klingner Sea Buckthorn. #FountainPens

BREAKING: AG Bondi releases Epstein list, says she found it in her couch cushions.

Last July 1 was the immunity ruling. This July 1 the Führer is touring a concentration camp while the viceFührer and GOP Senate take away healthcare from millions to line the pockets of the uberwealthy. When those responsible are lined up against a wall, the chant will be Remember the First of July.

This audiobook, going on discount today, feels eerily on theme. Who wants to disassociate with me?

Happy Canada Day, not only to those who celebrate, but also to those who stare longingly across the border, dreaming of once again living in a North American, non-fascist government.

I find it fascinating that the sci-fi writers of the 50s. 60s, and 70s—who really only had knowledge of fairly rudimentary programming—have been so on0target in predicting the moral choices, and the misbehaviors, the AI would make.

Today's aging indignity: My wife just made a wisecrack, and I responded by snapping a suitably sarcastic thumbs up. My wrist made a wretched cracking, grinding noise she could hear from the other side of the room, and now my wrist hurts to move. So there's that.

Belated Mother's Day brunch.

My co-workers' view today.

Got my favorite pen back from the shop today. I was having an extra section made so I can't use the other main kind of nib. Which means now I can use my favorite nib in this pen. #FountainPens

We just met a mid-size dog out on the speedway trails that had an epic, drama-queen meltdown when I told her humans that she could not come to say hello to Clove because Clove is scared of dogs. Literally fell to the ground howling and pounding the ground in a Fred-Flintstone tantrum.

OMG y'all. Would you just look at this baby bunny that I saw out in the yard tonight? There's at least three of them. And I swear I could fit two into the palm of one hand. I'm a 52yo man and I 💯% squeed.

Happy Gotcha Day to this little bundle of neurosis. Just look at that glow up compared to 2 years ago.

Little man didn't want to be alone, so he pulled a box off the kitchen table and dragged it into my office.

Oooooo. I forgot this came out today. Yay, pre-orders.

This Wednesday I'm restricted to a liquid diet. Today and tomorrow I have a very slightly restricted diet. And of course everything I want for a three-bite snack, right now, is all the stuff I can't have.

She had a rough Monday. (Narrator: no she didn't)

Part one in a new series called "Stupid shit I own, that I'm not getting rid of when we move." My aunt gave me this stuffed, mounted moose head for my birthday, probably 30 years ago, and it's hung over every desk I've had since then.

I've been on hold with the hospital GI clinic for about 10 minutes, and right now I'm, taking bets on what will send me into a monday-morning rampage first: A. The hold music loop is only 28 seconds long B. It's not seamless, and there's a garbled glitch-stutter with each loop

I guess I'd better make a dental appointment. Yesterday, part of a tooth just crumbled. It's one I had a root canal on long ago, so it doesn't hurt, but I'm gonna bet I have a crown in my near future.

Last night was the first night since I got my shoulder tattoo that I was able to sleep without a shirt. And even though I took me a while to fall asleep... It was soooooooooooo good.

Nutmeg is trying to understand what Eggnog likes so much about this particular box.

The After

What is your quest? E.g., The Before

I got Nutmeg to pose for you

Started off the day with one compost bin, and now we have three.

I always feel like they're one-upping me when I say, "have a nice day," and they answer back, "have a great weekend."

Writer's group tonight. I've had so much trouble recapturing this character's voice, and I'm not sure I'm up to striking out tonight. Maybe I'll just outline or make notes... ...or maybe I'll just suck it up and try again. Someone tell me this story is worth it.

In this modern day the #Papal #Conclave nonsense just seems out of touch. I wanna see pope candidates subsist on meager rations for 20 days and try to rally their base to not get voted off. I want them dice onions, and the last one to finish a proper 500g has to leave the competition immediately.

There have been box developments. He found a small, small box in the the small box.

I'm almost 53 and I have yet to meet a man that understands that the whole "men age like wine, women age like milk" thing isn't a ding against women, but is actually an indictment of men. The lesson is that the perceiver is the variable.

This is the only unsolicited pic I'm sending.

The tattoo is now 3 days old, and we have reached the unrelenting itch stage.

Do your best/worst...

If I disappear for a while, please know that I'll miss you all, and please ignore the news coverage about me. All those coworkers deserved the killing they're gonna get. I accept the fact that sometimes I'm the dumb one at work--I'll even laugh about it....🧵

Taking it easy this evening with a light salad and Masterchef Australia on the tele. P.S. - Masterchef Australia is so very different from the US version, and it's the nicest cooking competition on TV.

I'm not sure that young me would consider this a victory, but this weekend I got a new tattoo that I've been thinking about for a couple of years, and tonight we have clean sheets... And I'm taking that as a win.

Looking for a Mother's Day card with the approximate sentiment of, "You did fine, and now you're a maga lunatic."

Some days I like to think I'm an adult. And other days I'm forced to admit that when we were trying to decide what country to emigrate to, my first argument was that in France the cornichon is the default pickle.

If you like root beer, trust me...