The people I'm grieving for tonight are his victims: the impressionable children he misled for his own enrichment, & even more, the people he dehumanized along the way with his endless racism, fascism, & misogyny, people whose lives are worse because of his choices. That's where my sympathy lies.

Standing at the crosswalk, a guy stopped for the red light just kept sustained eye contact with me while picking his nose and flicking the booger out his car window.

My wife @leah.bsky.social is completely immune to horseradish. She can eat a big blob of the hottest stuff available and nothing. I’d be down on the ground like I’d been pepper-sprayed.

Re Zelensky at the WH, yet again, feminists and trauma/abuse- informed thinkers are years ahead of political analysts. There is no acceptable affect, no way to charm an abuser, and no “deal” other than playing very very dead that would change how Trump and his flying monkey Vance behaved.

Today is the 4 year anniversary of our youngest kid’s big thaw. Kind of wild to think that, by that point, she’d been frozen for 134 days.

At least the kid is honest when she gets into her dad’s food.

My 3yo came home with a folder of preschool artwork. The teacher wrote the names of each piece on the back. My favorite name so far: “ugh I want to eat my snack.” Same, girl, same. Kind of want to frame that one backwards.

I searched for “Hyrule travel posters” and apparently these are the related searches.

I walked out in my furry house coat thing to stay cozy during this atmospheric river/bomb cyclone and @garywhitta.bsky.social said I look like a Jedi Ewok.

Gonna start calling my tween’s room the Baltic Sea.

My pooch has regrets. Second picture is old, but shows her at full floof. 💜

Oh hi I kind of neglected this place for a year.

So how’s everyone else’s evening going?

My 2-year-old asked me to take a picture with her and then, upon seeing it, she cried because I am not a narwhal.

This is Mister Peepers. @leah.bsky.social and I have been hiding him around the house for each other to find for over 15 years now. It might seem silly but it’s fun little rituals like this that keep a marriage feeling fun. That, and fucking.

My toddler is slowly walking around the living room saying “cheese, chee-eeese, where are you, cheese?” in a sing-song voice and I’ve never related to her more.

Friendly neighbor, or next gen curtain twitcher?

Every year when this pops up, I wish I could remember the point @garywhitta.bsky.social was trying to make.

I have first-post anxiety so let’s just open with a relevant picture of the inside of my brain.