May the 4s be with you.

6. I'm in a bad migraine, and the only cure is more cowbell. If cowbell were high levels of cbd and thc combined.

@fiadh.bsky.social Initially read this as other *gays* referring to their wives as beautiful Lucerne Hammers—low key, amazing way to express how multi-faceted and talented someone is—I may often get befuddled, still what a transformative way to re-create and deliver a small miracle in this way. ☺️👾☺️

Hochul: "They promised to extract revenge on their political enemies & apparently any state that has a D gov. Tell me how Florida & Texas could receive these same funds w/o having to go to court? They're playing politics, but more than that, they're playing with people's lives. And that's abhorrent"

Highly disturbing. I keep saying people likely have very little idea how much of this they are dealing with, even as platforms say they require ai labeling. Feels very likely much is going on many cannot imagine possible, which allows more harm to be done, as none will believe those harmed.

A few days ago all I said to Siri was “spooky lesbian romance,” and movie it returned was Witchy Ways, about a woman who returns to her hometown after her mom passes, to recover from work but out, learns neighbor who owns home she is staying in is a witch, moms knew each other, home’s haunted.

I feel like I’ve been conked out in another world: I don’t remember hearing about Dune Prophecy? Really slept on this, watching now, quite good!

Cooking, yes from frozen, I’m counting it. Mucking up about herbs and spice and everything nice.

Last evening felt like I could dance all night, had a ball, and surprise! Have not been feeling like myself today, so I got lots of rest. Have been REALLY off, and had some moments of clarity that felt helpful. Wild dreams, was going back to college, new area of study, end of sliding doors movie?

Don’t mind my pal Jimmy here, tough coookie on the corner, advice rocks!

Wishing you a thirsty Thor’s Day, and a mighty masquerade.

Rohirrim era web

I really don’t understand this world and so many of the people in it, so open invitation for anyone on the up and up wants to fill me in, standing invitation. Peace. 🤜🏻 🫳🏻 🎤 💥

I've had this up since January and read it occasionally since then. Today @deviantollam.bsky.social asked me what it said and I read it to him —choking up at the end. Hold hope, my dear loves. In the end, we will prevail. #lovewins #freedomovertyranny

god if I had a house this is so the shit I’d get up to!!!

To extrapolate further, I heard some advice once, from time to time think about what story you’re in at present. What’s the genre? Who are the characters? What are their roles? What part of THIS story are you in? Think about that a bit, and you can start authoring your own life again.

Not going to lie, feeling a lil silly, gang, lack of sleep ads an extra battle with your mind, going to remember to stay chill, get rest.

Chilly magnet, oh how you can entrance for hours upon hours. Will the speed increase or slow when more frigid? Bemuse yourself, take your time, listen closely, for hark, what a symphony.

If my sleep schedule continues its slow migration around the clock, then eventually I’ll move out of this nocturnal phase again. I’m *hoping* there’s a light at the end of the tunnel?

No longer doing web development. All the same, reminded once again two day, there are only TWO hard programs in programming… and perhaps a few other places. 1) Invalidation (cache, BIG et cetera) 2) Naming things 3) Off by one errors

well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions

I may not be able to share Emily Dickinson poems all night and day, yet I can still leave you with a third. If you are still forlorn after that, I shall trust you to find more: feel free to share your favorites. Love this one on the inspirations to light up our lives found where? “In the Library”

Don’t mind me, perusing Emily Dickinson poems over here. I‘ve fallen into an acute case of “le sigh… ahh… poetry.” “It Sifts From Leaden Sieves”

“Hope on Waxen Wings” Hope is a thing with waxen wings not yet formed, she takes her flight unsteady dreams she picks up speed toward the light Hope is a thing with waxen wings sore is the sea that holds her fate salty with sweat forced to forget what soon awaits Heather Brooke Drummond 10/15/24

Lost both wifi and cellular internet at the same time for a bit, a bit spooky! Back now!

A bit more explanation of this poem.

Almost a year since I wrote this, not quite; this one lingers.

Had a memory come up of the swans in Lake Annecy, and absolutely fierce. You thought geese were dinosaur compys on the prowl? Swans are BEYOND. And… they are elegant, graceful and take tender care of their young. I know we all get tempted to toss some nibbles near any water fowl—not recommended!

!!! CORALINE SIMPSONS AHHHHHH!!!

I like to imagine Eleanor visiting Chidi’s mind palace, followed by Chidi visiting hers. I’m sure the conversation would be… a very modern model of maintaining geniality.

Well, well, well. What do we have here now? I’ll wait.

I miss playing board games, so for now going to start trying to play one player games. This one is called Gentle Rain: you place tiles, need to match the sides. If you get four tiles in a square, you place a blossom, right total. Score based on number of tiles left. Very playable, mostly relaxing.

One thing that I’ve come around on in comics is it used to seem corny and childish that a bunch of guys would call themselves the Legion of Doom and meet in an old castle where they’d be like ”hiss let us defeat the ideas of hope and love hiss” but that’s what they’re actually doing in real life lol

Hey look, an artist responding to criticism like an adult, instead of acting like a child by having a tantrum and attacking minority groups. Who would have thought it was possible?

Life is honestly so fascinating. You can just be out here trying to live your life, trying to respond to things happening around you. Yet someone might have dreamed up an entire plot of a story they’ve mapped out in their mind, and if you go off script, woooh! There is TROUBLE.

Looking for spooky moon tales, found this one about the “dead moon” going to investigate a bog spirit or two, only for them to trap the moon—does not say how, perhaps imitating the calls of a nightingale or owl—then bam! The liars catch the moon—photo shows luna trapped in a dike—then run amok amok!

Pretty sure this is two separate pigeons Harder to tell when so closely aligned! Looks like a fun pair. Bet they have a good time right? Good times, good fun.

can we as a community normalize this

Sad to hear of her loss. 🥺🥺🥺

Chidi got so so flustered, yet must have had such a soft spot for Eleanor to have such patience—could have turned to malice and summoned Asmodeus! The living embodiment of Descartes-ering —Chidi thinks and thinks and thinks and IS—tempered with enough sophistication to adapt to her chaos. Glorious!

A severe typhoon hit Alaska and has destroyed Alaskan Native villages. Homes are floating down the river. FEMA cuts and the use of the National guard to terrorize cities means they are not receiving critical rescue support and aid. And of course the media is NOT reporting on it.

... Being "cringe" means being sincere So when people say they are avoiding being "cringe", what they mean is they are afraid of being sincere out of the worry that doing so will lead to rejection Usually based on a past experience where being sincere did lead to rejection

I'm so happy that the majority of lesbophobic women are in relationships with men. :)

not now!!!!!!! I'm trapped in my mind prison

Tony Danza - May or may not be the boss - Tap dancer - Doo wop band - Had a show where tried being a teacher - Cookbook with Italian recipes - Seems genuinely decent

Day 120 of asking for an Asajj Ventress TV show!!!!

Hope it’s been a funday Sunday for you. If not, then know that I’d give you a big hug if you were here… partly because mine wasn’t either But regardless, love and luck to all for the new week, wherever it takes you 🖤

It me, just the first two words in the title, no third. I promise folks out there cannot say worse things about me than what goes on in my own head. Continue to work on that. And like… … my life has completely fallen apart. I don’t know if I can put it back together again.

Having a delightful “abandon all hope” crashout evening. As we all know, it’s critical to have a peer reviewed abandon all hope crashout. * I do not know the peer review status of this research. Also who knows where I’m at on this circular road trip. Probably in the trunk with de spare? Despair. 🥴