So many people who can reasonably be described as “that little shit” are in charge of so much of society.

That crushed Do Not Enter sign has made some friends.

As a science fiction writer I really fucking resent tech bros for ruining the phrase "artificial intelligence." 80 years of it being all about cool androids and interesting computers destroyed by five years of "Spicy autocorrect making everything shittier for money." NEVER FORGIVE.

This one flag to the other, "Bro, are you okay?" but bro isn't okay.

This whole thread is a really smart analysis of fantasy weapon technology

I just want a button I can press that will let me know if anyone is mad at me at any given moment, and if so, why they are mad at me. Is everyone mad at me? My brain says yes, but what does the button say?

Can Democratic super pacs stop sending texts that treat potential voters like neglectful children? They're all like"I'm not mad you haven't given us money yet, but I am disappointed. Here's a thing I'm calling a petition, but it's really just a request for money and contact information."

It's a hard time out there for road signs in my neighborhood

When you say the south is intractably republican, and dismiss these states, you're falling for exactly the trickery that's happening right now in Tennessee. Maga doesn't want you to remember the protests when you see election results out of the south after this redistricting.

My tiny cactus worked so hard making this flower, and I'm so proud!

*tapping the sign*

A friendly reminder when a telmarketer or bill collector calls, you can answer and say he/she/they/it is not available. They don't know your voice.

Someone take these last few spots on Alice's retreat. Richie and I can't go this year, and every time I hear there are still spots open I get fomo. Cure my selfish fomo, and also have a lovely, creatively inspiring time in the Swiss alps. It'll be good for your soul.

Sometimes, you're just putting hair dye in and chatting with your partner about the present for your nephew's birthday, and you admire your hair and think "I'll post this hair on the sadbox" and then you're on the sadbox, finding out about world events. Now you remember why it's called the sadbox.

every few months, americans are asked to resume their banquet and pretend a shooting didn't just happen

The bottle said Pastel Seafoam, but over my bleached, formerly pink hair, it's instead giving Trans Flag. We'll see if it keeps those colors once it sets.

Y'all.

After an internet argument, I found and up-dooted a bunch of embroidery and printmaking posts. Now my "for you" feed is full of art. I just felt my blood pressure improve significantly.

LLM bros will say "But have you thought of it differently?" and then make the same argument every other LLM bro has ever made. Then you'll say some opposing thoughts, and they'll say "Oh sure, but have you though of it differently?" and then say the same thing over again, but with furrowed brows.

Y'all. I know it's nice furniture, but thrift stores can't be charging these kind of prices.

But how did it get there?

This poor guy, again.

A very suspicious look on this April Fool's Day, to all who celebrate.

The state of the world has me feeling like mundane things like setting a yearly dermatology appointment are absurd acts of hubris.

At Phoenix No Kings, there were people on the sides of the marching path with water sprayers, misting anyone who came to them for it. That was new to me. It was really nice, and I hope that continues to be a common feature for protests in hot places.

Due to high geopolitical tensions, sports fans are temporarily required to contextualize their posts, for example: ❌ OH GOD OH NO OH FUCK ✔️ OH GOD OH NO OH FUCK how did he make that basketball go in the hole

People keep saying “oh so you want OPEN BORDERS” as some kind of gotcha and like. Yeah. When I was a kid you could just drive into Canada. On accident, even. It was great, and I think we should do that instead of kidnapping children. Normalize being normal instead of being kidnapping weirdos

Nurse at the latest mastectomy reconstruction follow-up: Have there been any new issues? Me, delicately: Well, they're still bigger than I'd hoped... Her: We can always go back in and (descriptive gestures and squelching noises) you know. Me: ...I'll get back to y'all on that.

I bought a tiny train at the renaissance festival toy store, and now I can fill a little train car with blueberries while I eat breakfast and say, "choo choo, It's been a long day at the giant blueberry mines. Off to feed the people." Very good purchase. Would recommend.

There was a guy hanging around opening the door for ladies in my building this morning. When he saw me, he gave a curt but not unfriendly nod and didn't open the door for me. I would like to thank my breast reduction, my big bulky coat, and perimenopause for this gender-affirming occasion.

It's amazing how almost everyone in America hates what's happening, and yet we can't fire any of the people who are making it happen. I wish we were a country that could perform a vote of no confidence in our leaders.

Every time I read about how companies use AI, I am filled with gratitude that I work at an art studio where, if a big tech apocalypse happened, we would just have a little meeting and then keep making toys.

Happy Friday the 13th to all who celebrate

In case you're wondering how things are going economically in America: At our corner store, socks are now being displayed in a locked plexiglass case.

Turns out, you cannot remove an annoying mole with a random orbit sander. It'll just grow back as a more alarming mole. If a mole is so annoying you want to sand it off with a random orbit sander, you should go see a dermatologist. If you try sanding off a mole, they can't test it the usual ways.

Race as a construct is so powerful that only now are many people saying ‘they are killing us’. They have been killing us. We have all been us the whole time.

Writing queer hopeful near-future sci-fi/fantasy feels very difficult right now.

It's wild how you can meet someone on a dating app and end up married and happy eleven years later. Like, it's a thing you do on your phone to ask strangers, "Hi, would you like to fall in love and be each other's constant companion eventually?" and then there's an interview process

This sign has been through too much, and has given up on trying to keep any part of this parking lot closed

I never saw these signs in their intended state. I think they may have been brought to this place only to be laid delicately amongst the shrubbery.

Construction of a five story apartment building is happening on the road that is my work commute (it has really good bike lanes). It has been an absolute smorgasbord of fallen over signs for months. I moved this one out of the way of bikes and pedestrians after photographing.

When I worked as a host at a brewery, we were expected to show much greater emotional regulation while being sexually harassed than armed agents of the state are expected to show while just not getting what they want.

abolish ice. abolish cbp. the whole regime must fall

Hey, it's the epiphany, the morning after Twelfth Night. It's time to start thinking about taking down those holiday decorations. A nice day to watch the best Shakespeare play. Hope nothing else weird happened on this day. I'm completing my toy nativity set and watching cross dressing actors today.

Some mornings, you wake up from nightmares, check the news, and weigh the benefits of going back to the nightmares.

Today's writing research: will a 3lb box of coarse ground salt fit through a standard letterbox in a door? Difficulty level: I don't have one, and I don't want to shove a box of salt into a stranger's letterbox. Anyway, looks like it won't fit. My character will have to shove it out a window.