My father was not a nurturing man. But; his will is going to allow my step-mother to pay off her dream house, and I am so happy about that.

Any man that has thoughts about masculinity - I invite you to watch Tom Holland’s version of Umbrella on Lip Sync Battle. Then come talk to me. (Also masculinity is a construct and women as a general don’t give a shit so… go learn)

Thing I do: lurk in a ton of twitch streams, chime in at random times, and then redeem channel points for VIP status. I’ve heard lurkers make the twitch world go round, so I like to test that theory 😂

I have just discovered this artist’s work, and I’m in love:

My brain is full of fog and cobwebs today. Ugh.

Oh no. Do I *fully* appreciate my friend’s thirst traps, or just *politely* appreciate my friend’s thirst traps? Dilemma. (Consider: I am in the company as my friend. We do not work directly together, nor likely will.)

I just need to put this out there. My step-mother (who’s 5 years older than me) is amazing. She’s not a mother so much as someone that I get to tease about being my step-mother (& I was an adult when she joined my father’s life). She’s just a wonderful damn person and I’m so glad my father had her.

So I gotta give it up to Eric Prydz’s “Call On Me” video - the token male actually is all-in on the sexy exercise routines.

I had a biopsy taken from a mole in the middle of my back yesterday, and it is ouchie, and I am whiney about it. (But yay for getting things tested!)

How long do I have to be up before it’s a “nap” and not “going back to bed?”

As someone who hates mornings, I need you to know: There’s a HUGE difference between starting work at 7:30 AM, and having your first conference call at 7:30 AM. I can do the time. The talking is the problem. 😖

Kind of excited that I have a new co-op game lined up after this run of co-op BG3 is done. Yeah, you know who you are 😁😁

If you haven’t read Connie Willis’ novel _Bellwether_, now is this time (it’s an alternative take on the scientific explanation of trends): www.instagram.com/p/DSb1ufFDOn...

Dear Snowmageddon: There better be ten inches of snow when I wake up tomorrow, because this is some paltry-ass shit.

I am also not staying up too late crying at music. Music that reminds me of my father. My friends. My nostalgia. My desire to be better. Who cries at that, right? Friends, come be better with me, and y’all can help me cry less.

I am failing at so many of my friendships right now. I have no drive, no energy, no ability to communicate, and I’m being a horrible friend because of it. Pick up and try, try again. The love is there; it’s hard when I want to crawl into bed and not leave for *checks calendar* 3 more years.

I love a surprise late-night drunk purchase. A few days from now, I’m gonna be so surprised! (And happy…. I hope)

Current grump with my FB friend feed: “How dare you like this author, they’re awful and I’m defriending you” “Oh this the author is just as awful but their book kept me alive through a bad time so fuck you if you don’t like it” Give me a break with the hypocrisy.

Tim Meadows posting adorable pics on Instagram of his two rescue girl cats is currently giving me life.

It costs nothing to be kind. Even in a breakup, even when you’re angry, even when you feel like the other person deserves that last parting dig. Except the MAGA Nazis and ICE. They don’t deserve kindness. But that’s a different story.

I had to stop after shelter duty tonight to get gas and cheap beer, and I didn’t want to because it’s cold and I’m tired. The cashier at UDF complimented my purse for its bright colors, and that lady just made my fuckin’ night. Cheers to you ma’am, may all your customers be nice.

My life: listening to club music from Kato (of recent Jon Hamm TikTok fame) at 12:30 AM, long past I wanted to be bed, because my tiny black cat who’s felt desperately poorly (#BG3) for 1.5 days, has decided she needed to cuddle.

I’d love to finish an Honor Mode run on Divinity: Original Sin 2, but my ass is not strategic enough for that.

Happy Yule ✨

I kind-of got included in a small way on an Internet-friend’s birthday, and I am just so touched. (I’m part of the last of the analog age, so there are digital things that mean a lot to me still. I don’t mind. I like finding joy in being remembered in any way.)

How Crazy Ex-Girlfriend changed my life: Still walk by my cats when they’re bathing and say “you’re so good at yoga”

Accidentally created my own tagline for 2025: “We will persevere, GODAMMIT”

This video is straight up porn and you can’t convince me otherwise. (LOOKIT ALL THAT CHEESE)

Having a nerd for a boss: approved making a Lord of the Rings reference in an official planning document for 2026.

Using this line forever when I have to small talk

Things I say to my cats: “you’re horrible creatures, I love you”

IT’S THE BLUES FATHER

I am so tired of so-called friends willing to believe the absolute worst about me without even talking to me about it.

@trav333.bsky.social I found a thread for you

Perimenopause body: OMG YOU HAD A DROP OF ALCOHOL BETTER SWEAT IT BACK OUT

Incoming fall weather: absolutely love the cooler days, darker mornings, hoodies. Hate the week-long headache I’ve had from the temp change. Sigh.

Today I am sad and full of despair. For a variety of reasons; but #1 being the loss of my little ginger tripod cat, Mr Red, yesterday. He was the sweetest soul that ever lived. 13 years and I never heard him hiss or even growl. The boy had the kindest heart and I will miss him every day.

Somehow, I wound up with really great people in my life, that seem to care about me. I’m not sure how it happened, and how it still happens, but if I can be measured by the quality of people in my life, then I am awesome. Because holy shit, I can’t even believe the amazing people I know.

In this year of our lord 2025, I should not be wishing for the sudden and immediate death of the US’s Nazi president. AND YET.

The stupid small thing I LOVED about Date Everything: in the ending scene for Telly, there is a reference to Whose Line Is It Anyway and GBBO. 🥰

About once every month and a half, I have just enough energy to schedule things with folks, and then spend twenty minutes sending out a billion texts and completely block out way too much time in the next 4-6 weeks. Repeat cycle.

I want my father’s quiet conviction. His happiness, his joy, how he found it because he wanted it. I can never ask him how he got to where he was. I can never ask him about his joy. This is the pain I’m suffering tonight. This is one of many places I failed as a daughter.

I don’t know which gods exactly I need to sacrifice to, but my ancient cat MUST stay alive while I’m scattering my father’s ashes in WA in a week. Side note, this year can quit any time now. Reboot and let’s move into 2026.

48 years old and I still don’t know what setting the defroster in my car should be on. 😒

Best compliments from people who know me : “you were so good at social last night!”

IT’S ALMOST 11 WHY THE FUCK ARE PEOPLE STILL CELEBRATING THIS BULLSHIT RACIST BIGOTED COUNTRY WITH THINGS THAT SCARE MY CATS

As a person who works from home, could more kids discover video games and the joy of being inside, please? Kids are so *noisy* right outside my damn window.

Reasons I would not make it as a twitch streamer: all of chat giving streamers with a beer or cocktail or wine absolute shit about DEHYDRATION and DRINK WATER and HEAT WILL DEHYDRATE YOU. I like wine, and this would make me want to punch them. I’m almost 50. You think I don’t know that?!

Really, REALLY considering trying to find BG3 players to co-op while monday game is on hiatus. I just think that’d be fun.

Me about my tattoos: I will die, one day. But it will be beautiful.