Cookie Clicker is the End of Evangelion of video games

Mothers and teachers, what is resilience

THERE'S NOTHING REDEEMING IN TOIL

#15: guys i forgot the orc coffee shop one. it's because it was an audiobook and i keep losing attention when i listen to those so it's hard to remember to count them. if you don't read romantasy consider making an exception for this one; watching the drinks menu assemble is like LHotP in good ways

#14: reread of the wacky Ancient Babylon Personal Finance Guide my dad recommended to me literal decades ago and that did in fact allow me to save a reasonable nest egg before NYC rent sick cats and writing novel 4 ate it all. Let me say very different parts stood out to me at 43 than did at 23

current mood:

Look at these glorious dick sprang 1990s monstrosities (c.f. actual 1950s dick sprang splash page for a story I have forever loved, by "bob kane")

Today's hits: a "half smoke" from a grim airport chili store in DC. Reunion with cats. Learning they hired dick sprang to draw three Xtreme 1990s parody detective comics covers with his own signature. Krupa Grocery. Running past a new-to-me flower store but not going inside. This leisurely bath

people are gonna clown on this but I actually feel deep black hatred that they want to imprint their stupid shit on the ancient moon

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PICNIC MAG IS BACK! Just in time for things to heat up, we have a steamy, sensual new collection of fiction, essays, and poetry from your favorite NYC transexual literary magazine and culture rag

what “renaissance” means here is it is now YOUR job to start a publication. i don’t make the rules electricliterature.com/the-renaissa...

hey do any of you know @nigella.bsky.social and if yes can you persuade her to come to new york and do the book launch for "The Dinner Party" with me thx

Life update: successfully ran to the plane before they closed the door. I had to cut around two ICE dudes strolling the secure area of the terminal like it was the Harvard quad, looking daggers. There was a drug dog too

This whole experience of this security checkpoint has been a sustained meditation on how fascists have the worst ideas about beards

Watching the totally empty TSA PRE and CLEAR lines you have to pay for and everyone in this one freaking out and canceling plans makes me think how America is one big voight-kampf test failure. We are all the tortoise, and you're not helping us, Leon. I said you're not helping, Leon! Why is that?

Watching the four I-E agents hanging out by the elevators texting, joking, and accepting "thanks for being here!" compliments from 1% of beaming passengers entering the line while the rest of us nervously glance over. Sometimes they watch back. They look like mean children

This is not the worst airport security line I've ever seen. I think there was one worse

One of the load bearing reasons TNG had legs is the gene Roddenberry rule that other than calling the ship Enterprise, they were not allowed to use ANY chars/species/plotlines from TOS at first. Even Worf went in over his objections. Imagine pitching "Star Trek, but get this, no spocks!" in 1986

ICYMI: our editor-in-chief @dalepeck.bsky.social has a nonfiction/memoir piece up in the new issue of @yalereview.bsky.social! 🐶💔 yalereview.org/article/dale...

Connecting dots: my best time in London = writing in a pub. My best time in NOLA = writing on a porch. My best time in NYC = writing in the one cafe that lets you eat cheap food from the adjoining grocery. We will not be judged by our sins or works We will be judged by our _third spaces alone_

That there is a world where you can sit on a porch and do all your editing emails and tracked changes while the trees whisper, passers-by argue with their phones about breakups, and weird dogs howl; that this world is possible and accessible; what stops you

I used to regularly go Austin, TX to Palo Alto, CA, splitting driving with @aaantons.bsky.social. Moving from Austin to NYC in 2007 and New Orleans to NYC in 2016 were also both memorable! The A/S/L tour was as long a drive as I could fit in 2 weeks w stops to read stories + jog in different towns?

Update: Monday's response is that actually we will not be flying back today turns out. Bring it on, Tuesday

Flying back to NYC tomorrow and trying to remember that I am harassable but not more ultimately legally vulnerable than many many other people I am more scared for than myself. Trying to save my fear spell points for the time when they are truly required. I laugh at this Monday. Bring it on, Monday

Cat Fitzpatrick’s The Dinner Party does nothing more or less than wrest the origin of the philosophy of love from the marble mind of the male individual and place it in the social rhythms of the transsexual collective.

Me: how are you today? Bus Stop Guy: are you a MAN Me: no, I'm a woman BSG: r-really? Me: a TRANS woman BSG (smiling): OH great! Because I was thinking, that's one big ass lady. Have a beautiful day (I love that there is kind of a floor for these interactions now)

Friend again / I miss these latitudes <333

Wedding looks

This guy sat on my lap in 2016 as a kitten. Now he is an old man. This is the table where I wrote a lot of Summer Fun while eating eggs. Time is a mess; time is a mug's game

Fascisti

Sally Ride was one of my major childhood crushes. Once I saw her at a lecture in Dallas my dad got us tickets to and I got to ask her if we would ever go to mars. She said maybe

LET’S GO SPACE QUEERS OMGGGGG

:Laura Palmer's theme: 🔒

What is the right amount of time to be unhappy for

hi instar books fans: copublisher MIRACLE JONES is writng a VIDEO GAME that is now available on Steam. I've been lucky enough to playtest; you want to wishlist this. for fans of Disco Elysium, Planescape, Morrison, Weird LucasArts. run don't walk!!!! store.steampowered.com/app/4404940/...

accurate image of Gallery George dining at the Smallweed family home 🔒

I went back into the office, got home late, and immediately fell asleep like in Severance, so this is a little belated, but I'm excited about this: A/S/L is on the Ferro-Grumley Award shortlist <3 publishingtriangle.org/2026/03/fina...

Help my body has completely adapted to being four hours ahead of New York and also eating weird Tesco sandwiches at whim. I am out of my niche and can no longer survive in this place

This is the ad that's making me insane. Name and shame

Thing that gets me re ai (she typed, looking at subway ads) is how they assume that no human action has meaning. I don't even mean art stuff: more that things like slide decks/meeting agendas are essentially power games to sidestep via LLM, not actual attempts at collective effort/mind hospitality?

A lot of people have rightly been dunking on this by citing Marcus Aurelius, but I'd like to put in an honourable mention for Dag Hammarskjöld and his posthumously published "Markings," which is nothing less than a liberal democrat's "Meditations."

This chapter has some big Redwall feast energy, except with law clerks instead of badgers and mice 🔒

Now finishing up tonite's writing to kiss them 4 me (I started writing a new short story in London; writing is cool again!) and remembering staying up til 3 listening to happy house and kick in the eye on my cd clock radio drawing my cruddy webcomic; I was 20, 21; you guys, I had it all figured out

Journal article on the number of Leonard Cohen songs explicitly offered up as breastplate incantations/dietetic magical wards within the lyrics of the song itself. (Off the top of my head: lover lover lover, bird on the wire, hallelujah, probably lots more??)

Very first writing group I was in at U of Texas at 19, we all met at the cool French House Coop and up to a member's room full of her fancy art and records; she played new skin for the old ceremony & we all danced to "lover lover lover," and that is the freedom all my writing is always chasing, fin

#13: depressing how long ago this was but I bought a slim nov at waterstones and finished it between the evening and the train to Heathrow yesterday. I partly read it then just to be the trans woman reading a novel called "Weird Fucks" on a train. I guess I gave away what this one was but it's great

Bucket Brothers. Not sure exactly how but I know these guys have the juice. They're trying so hard