Here’s a cool Halloween house in my neighborhood. I hope your day is going well and that Stephen Miller is having the day he deserves.

I’m at an estate sale. A guy in the room with me is pissed that the object he put down was picked up by someone else. He’s explaining to his wife how he’s going to steal it back. Wife is aghast. I’m here for exactly this Walmart-on-Black-Friday drama.

Clearly these are Pittsburgh noobs. It’s The Kiltman. He’s one of the Legendary. And he’s not taking anyone’s sh*t.

Look at the "stuff" people have left at the Pittsburgh airport. How do people forget their shoes, belts, clothes, glasses, Playstations, computers, monitors, skis, golf clubs, cars? Did I mention phones? So many phones.

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In movies, the destruction of the White House is the “rise-up, fight or die” moment. Having the destruction come from INSIDE the House doesn’t change the demand. If anything, it increases the urgency.

My miniature dachshund is snoring so loud she woke me up. Eh, the alarm is about to go off anyway. Happy Tuesday, everyone! May you have the day you deserve. This sentiment applies particularly to Stephen Miller.

I’m sorry…how much money? The wording is a little weird. I’m pretty sure “144k worth of money” just means $144k. But regardless, why would anyone keep that much money in their house?! Also, how do you prove you had that much money in your house?

Today’s best typo—mild-age. Haha

Cholangiocarcinoma—biliary cancer—is a very rare cancer with a grim outlook. But I’m still here and it’s all thanks to medical research. A very hearty FU to DJT and RFKjr and every single person who supports or enables them.

A #haiku about the US: Sisyphus, stronger Than that rock, is weaker than The grief pushing us. Stay strong my antifa siblings.

It’s dangerous to believe what a machine was taught to tell you.

My Kitty…. Yes, that’s her name. You can debate it with my daughter who named her. lol If you live in the US, My Kitty suggests that you spend a few peaceful moments in a sunspot before you rejoin antifa on the streets. If you don’t live in the US, don’t come here until we’ve sorted our sh*t out.

It’s a constant battle to protect your privacy around here. PSA: if your phone/VoIP services are through AT&T and you don’t want them sharing details on WHO you call, you have to act to opt out. att.com/privacychoices to take control of your CPNI.

This was an absolute delight. Someone on here recommended it. I don’t remember who in order to thank them so I’m telling all of you. It’s sweet and gentle and melancholy and all-around a lovely reading and viewing experience.

Who tries to beat up Pamela? She’s just a nice little old lady who makes great pancakes.

No vegetables were harmed in the making of this dinner. Yeah, I know. I am just too tired tonight. I actually love harming veg. Wait. 👀

Wolf spider in the tub this morning. She left very reluctantly and twice tried to climb into the shower with me. I rejected her overtures, preferring a solitary shower. When I left, she was attempting to weigh herself on the scale. I warned her that it lies but she didn’t seem to care.

Everything sucks. Have a pretty picture of fall in Pittsburgh.

Fall—The season of the beautyberry. These are a favorite stop on my daily walks through our community. They’re edible, too, but dreadful, better left to the squirrels and birds who love them.

“I’m very strong,” says the very weak man in a shrill, unconvincing voice. “Now, all of you with guns and handcuffs and billy clubs, go hurt people that I’m afraid of. K?”

"You kill people and break things for a living" is a deeply offensive thing to say about and to our miliary personnel.

Pete Hegseth, Secretary of Defense (no matter what he thinks), sure wants to use his rootie tootie point and shootie. I hope to Dog that he doesn't get what he wants. Anyone on here remember Kent State University on May 4, 1970? I was too young to understand but I still remember my mother's anguish.

Hmm. Is friend a creepy ass dude or is creepy ass dude a friend? This seems an important distinction.

Since I’m terrified 24/7, instead of doing one thing everyday that scares me, I’m going to try doing the opposite.

Me: Time to get up Kitty: Me: Is that a No? Kitty: …

Homemade mac n cheese for dinner. I almost ruined the béchamel but my ancestors whispered in my ear, “You can fix this,” and I did! It’s delicious.

Dog: Chipmunk. Here. Now. Me: Why are all the books on the… Me: [shrieks in a very mature, unmelodramatic way] Chipmunk. Here. Now. Dog: I KNOW! Chipmunk: [racing into the woods to meet up with friends] You are never going to believe how much food I found.

President Dumbass thinks he’s an obstetrician AND a pediatrician. Pretty sure he can’t even spell or pronounce the words, much less understand the recommendations he’s making. This is grossly inappropriate, as usual.

I donated to blinkingguy, aka Drew, in honor of my mom, who had relapsing-remitting MS. It’s a terrible disease. He’s riding for a great cause.

The coffee shop has a sign out front that says “pumpkin pie is back.” The sign is a LIE. It’s just some stupid flavoring for drinks. I want PIE. Is that so wrong?

Had to pick someone up at the Greyhound station today. Didn’t have time to get my milkshake. Yes, I AM outraged…about everything! Why do you think I wanted a milkshake?

You know that feeling when you snuggle up to a sleeping dog and they make room for you even as they’re still snoring? That’s a good feeling.

It’s a gloomy, perma-rain day here in Pittsburgh. I think this calls for a peanut butter milkshake from Page’s. I’ll report back later if I was right.

Just finished today’s betweenle and I officially hate myself. I actually facepalmed when I figured it out on guess 12. Why? Just why?

What happens during tomorrow’s rapture if I’m on an airplane and the pilots go with Jesus? Won’t they be guilty of murder when the plane crashes? Will the pilots get de-raptured? Just trying to work out the logistics. Maybe I should stay home tomorrow just in case.

Traveling today but not until I’ve had my Pamela’s.

“Ma’am, this is a Wendy’s” suddenly isn’t so funny.

Guess what day it is?!

Thanks for calling us kids. Go get your bike. No reason to be all butt-hurt and snitch-y because you didn’t think of it first.

Woman on the street reporting here: Two young men are on the sidewalk by me, fussing over their hair, preening before they take a selfie together. They are so dang cute. Sigh. Remember that nervous tingle, that high of new love?

Free speech is literally number one in our Bill of Rights but it only means something if we defend it. By-the-way, for the record, this ex-Disney cast member finds Jimmy Kimmel very talented and funny.

Embarrassing chest hair✅ Large snoot✅ Sun spot✅

We could really use a Schoolhouse Rock episode on the Bill of Rights. Particularly that whole free speech thing.

Writers refusing to be silenced. I’m so ducking proud of the WGA.

So we have the radiologist’s update on Castiel, and… It could be a lot better. We’re looking at another night of hospitalization, and at least a month of medical recovery. So I have bowed to the inevitable, and set up a GoFundMe to cover the costs. 😔🙏🏼🐈‍⬛ www.gofundme.com/f/help-casti...

Battle doomscrolling by posting 5 small pleasures in life: 1. Waking up next to a sleepy pup 2. Tiny objects made in a different century, preferably one I wasn’t born in 3. The smell of homemade popcorn 4. Warm molasses cookies 5. Hugs

What a waste of milkshakes! I think I should go to Page’s right now to get a milkshake. I’m not sure why. It feels like the right thing to do though.

I just paid $77 to ship $100 worth of art from Canada. Tell me again who pays for tariffs?

In 10 hours, I’ll be in the oncologist’s office discussing my quarterly scan results. What will it be this time? NED or something medically indeterminate that threatens my serenity? Oh, how we love you, scan-xiety. Anyway, get preventive care. It could extend your life. I’m living proof.