Over the past two days, I have changed out of one pair of buffalo plaid pajama pants, which my teenage son got me for Christmas, and into another pair of buffalo plaid pajama pants that used to belong to said teenage son.

I had a fleeting disgust reaction seeing a male/female cardinal pair on a roll of gift wrap yesterday. Gay cardinals or naught.

Damn, why did I take it off before grocery shopping the Saturday before a major holiday? That would have yielded some “How are you still alive?”-caliber results.

Please heavily anesthetize me for the holidays.

Open question: when Frosty says “I’ll be back again someday,” does it mean— a. Frosty will exist in a null state until golemed into being once more b. Frosty is a herald of Revelation and will return when the seals break c. Frosty must yield to the bhavachakra until his karmic debts are paid

I have a Holter monitor for 24 hours (semi-routine; not the result of any novel concern) and I am curious to see what “events” were recorded while I was helping manage the Danish Kringle fundraiser order distribution process for my kid’s high school music department.

I do know Fred Melamed's name, but I'm sorry: I will always call him Sy Ableman when I see him in anything. Probably not to his face? However, (1) there's little chance of me running into him, and (2) ONE NEVER KNOWS.

k*lling baby Hitler should be taken for granted, given access to a time machine, like how the final round of Wheel Of Fortune gives you R S T L N E

Me, to my husband: “Has your feed been flooded with Heated Rivalry content?” “Uh, no, what’s that?” “It’s this Canadian gay hockey show.” “Oh, yeah, I’ve heard there’s a hockey show. It’s gay?” “Yes.” “Like for real?” “YES.” “So it’s not just people insinu—“ “NO.”

When there is a snow-related change to the school day, there will be opinions on the snow-related change to the school day.

My brain is fucked up in a way that makes me impervious to a lot of, well, also-fucked up cinema. HOWEVER … The Act of Killing Actually, I could probably be convinced to watch it again. But I would not be happy about it.

And not a moment too soon

🫥 “You can change the policy all you want but there’s a mechanism for doing so and it’s not doing things an hour before court and it’s not doing some of the things that have been done in these cases,” [U.S. District Judge] McElroy said during the hearing.

(I’ve been convinced since the summer that the way out of this involves people finding other people who, together, can increase their tolerance for taking risks)

I can honestly say, No.

I love both One Battle After Another and Sinners, but if you don't think they're doing at least as much to work you over and get you to a certain emotional place as Hamnet is, I don't know what to tell you. There's no rule that it's okay to go for your adrenaline but cheating to go for your tears.

I’m not a big holiday decorator myself. But I do get a little judgy when others’ outside decor lacks a unified theme. A house in our neighborhood, for example, features an inflatable angel next to an inflatable axolotl in a Santa hat. Smdh.

He looks like he’s trying to stop his dog from leaving him

Something I routinely mention about PREA is that it is designed to respond to (and allegedly prevent; but I have some thoughts on THAT imperative, too) sexual violence people experienced *while incarcerated*. The carceral state is the SOURCE of all violence being “addressed” by PREA.

I’m on a meeting about the HUD NOFO and someone just typed “FMR” (fair market rent) in the chat. Which I misread as “FML”. And, like, same.

Abuse and sexual violence doesn’t require deception at all. It happens right out in the open, and people tolerate it, because it’s a demonstration of power

What if everything everywhere was designed with the intention of having many different people accessing it? People in wheelchairs, tall people, short people, fat people, elderly people, people with less than four limbs, blind and deaf people, people with chronic pain and illness, and on?

This, this, one thousand times this.

He’s back at it. And he wants you to know that the decomposing body he puts in the makeshift grave he digs will be buried so well, it won’t be … malodorous. Why would you misconstrue this?

splitlipthemag.com/flash/1122/r... A little late for World AIDS Day. A story about lost books and lost writers.

For World AIDS Day, here is a story I have written out and deleted several times over. It’s still, nearly 30 years on, tender-feeling. But not necessarily sad. Except that all its component parts are, in fact, very sad. 🧵

Holy shit, I've been idly (and, I assumed, ineffectually) reporting the most wretched comments on public World AIDS Day Facebook posts, and Facebook actually removed one! Not sorry to "Brandon", who will have to complain about "the wages of f*ggotry" elsewhere.

Today is the 70th anniversary of Rosa Parks' arrest. Six myths: 1) She wasn't old or tired. 42 years old that day, she had a "life history of being rebellious" & had spent two decades helping to turn the Montgomery NAACP into a more activist branch alongside ED Nixon and Johnnie Carr.

For World AIDS Day, which is Dec. 1 and which is being ignored by the Trump administration because they dislike the World Health Organization, other countries, science, and queer people, I'm reposting a piece I wrote earlier this year. (They also hate history.) www.vulture.com/article/hiv-...

Brought to you (today) by, Oh, “Avoidants” are “monsters, actually”? Great, fire up the conveyor belt to the human dump, I guess.

I fucking love* how the machine** dilutes actually helpful concepts for understanding our own and others’ experiences into a thin gruel and sells it to us as a poison that we can drink to kill our supposed enemies *I don’t love this **Capitalism, probably

Husband and I are talking about what movie to watch (at home) as a family tonight. My eyes went to a stack of DVDs in the living room and stopped first on Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans, then on Happy Together. So, yeah: still taking suggestions.

Peeling and cleaning potatoes and gouging out the bad spots like I’m in a hoof trimming video

A bit horrified by the Dunkin Munchkins all excited about getting eaten😨

My daughter (17) keeps sending me TikToks of desserts she wants me to make and, you know? It’s hard to protest any of this.

SCOOP: The Trump administration has instructed employees and grantees not to use U.S. funds to commemorate World AIDS Day — because the observance was started by the World Health Organization. www.nytimes.com/2025/11/26/h...

I usually create a thread of options for people who would like to donate to a Native cause or struggle, but it has gotten HARDER to fundraise on socials over the past couple of years, so I am zeroing in on one ask this year. Pls support Native organizing infrastructure: nativeorganizing.org/donate/

As you’re preparing for your Thanksgiving meal, remember the skilled work it took to get that food to your grocery store. Tell us your favorite Thanksgiving dish, and we can share some of what we know about the work behind the ingredients.

"Groups restricting books ... take for granted that Lo writes novels to teach young readers lessons. And while it’s certainly possible to analyze her books and teach them in a classroom setting, Lo never sets out to make them didactic. 'That’s not the point of writing for me,' she said."

between "study on honesty appears to have used fabricated data," "study on cognitive dissonance after thwarted expectations may not show what it was believed to" and possibly "data for study on use of AI generated by LLM" we're pretty close to either a Dramatic Irony bracket or a trend piece

Stories about aggro turkeys are also exempt. "The winter’s chill is upon us. "'I was on a run down Old Wells here and I saw a couple turkeys off in the distance,' Adam Urberg, who faced multiple turkeys in Eau Claire, said. "But a colder presence continues to linger in the city."

Today in 1988 Mystery Science Theater 3000 premiered on KTMA in St. Paul Minnesota. #MST3K

The song “Green Tambourine” is so vicariously embarrassing, and the band being called The Lemon Pipers pretty much seals the deal. “Now listen while I play(-ay-ay)/… my green tambourine”? No. Stop.

My husband is in a drag fundraiser for the local LGBTQ community center and The Trevor Project, and I’m biting my tongue while watching him try to shave his arms. Resisting offering intervention may be what ends me.

I don’t want to formulate words yet, but my friend Alice Wong, @sfdirewolf.bsky.social of the Disability Visibility Project, has passed. Here are the words she left behind: www.instagram.com/p/DREMDNBjnq...

So many vulnerable people were hurt, harassed and raped by these ghouls and now—I’m worried—it’s gonna become hehe haha lurid internet circus instead of a long overdue moral reckoning. I’m scared of who we all are becoming. That man has brought us ALL low.

I am on a meeting that I’m clearly too stupid to participate in. But, luckily, I’m force-muted and everyone’s cameras are off so 🤷🏻 Precious hours of my life, slipping away.

This is probably an inconsequential and very niche type of rage bait, but I overheard my husband watching a TikTok claiming “Peter Greenaway was Wes Anderson before Wes Anderson.” [*inchoate sputtering*]

Lynne Ramsay did the impossible, she made me want to spend less time with a dog.