RSVP: bit.ly/masscall126 On Saturday, federal agents horrifically shot and killed 37-year-old Alex Pretti, an ICU nurse who cared for veterans, in the Eat Street neighborhood of south Minneapolis after brutally beating him in front of witnesses. Enough is enough. #NoKings #ICEOUTforGood #AbolishICE

Started this morning reading the NYT second-by-second breakdown of government agents executing Alex Peretti in public, then broke a glass jar of salad dressing, then the drawstring on my favorite PJs snapped, then I got dog shit on my hands and my shoelace untied itself. I think today is done.

Update: my insurance company just told this new doctor that they don’t know who I am. My blood pressure PHYSICALLY HURTS.

SUCH A GREAT COUNTRY, FULL OF FREEDOM AND LIBERTY. So glad my parents moved here. </sarcasm>

Man, getting a doc in America is the absolute height of BS: only 2 in Houston approved by insurance, 1 only works 2x/wk, 2wks/mo, so no appts until OCT; 2nd one refused to return calls; called back, given 3rd° abt insurance b4 they even took my name, then told I need to pay $75 for an appt in April.

Sometimes, when I let my mind wander, I remember that a college prof called me “crunchy and alternative” & said that I shouldn’t go to law school. While she was prob right abt law school (all debt, no pleasure), I remain HAUNTED by the “crunchy/alt” part. I assumed she thought I was dirty FOR YEARS.

Jon Stewart has some absolute fucking NERVE to be making fun of Long COVID survivors and people still masking on his piece of shit podcast when he’s seen UP CLOSE the government deny healthcare and resources for 9/11 survivors who breathed in toxic air and are suffering decades later. What a psycho

Was talking to a coworker about Sallie Mae, and when she had no idea what I was referring to, I finally understood what it would have been like to be a Romanian peasant meeting Jonathan Harker and having him hear the name “Dracula” for the first time.

When I get tired of Insta’s “share your burdens but if you do so without notarized consent, THAT IS ABUSE” posts, I come back to Bluesky to relax with posts about how America is going to Hell and also specific examples of how it hates foreigners and women and dirty liberals, all of which I am.

To everyone who told me not to be afraid of denaturalization because it “literally never happens,” what do you say now? I guess I need to figure out if I am a “net asset” to this country.

🎙️ Just published a new episode of Ger Can Get It: Tracker (2001)-- Zin (Part Two). Have a listen:

🎙️ Just published a new episode of Ger Can Get It: Tracker (2001)-- Zin (PART ONE). Have a listen:

Too nervous to watch the Jays live so I am just refreshing my Toronto Star app while the game plays in the next room.

Everyone, please enjoy the episode of Babylon 5 that made me text Rachel with “HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME THAT LONDO HAS A TENTACLE DICK AND THWT WE GET TO SEE IT?!?”

Sometimes, I talk about something other than how the Boomers made it so I will never have a home. Sometimes, I talk about Boomer actor Geraint Wyn Davies falling off of buildings.

I’m at the part of having a cold where I cry over how big the house in Uncle Buck is, for anyone tracking my progress back to health.

Just had to google the placement of facial mole of a former boss to see whether this woman on my flight is her. How’s your mental health going, gang? (It wasn’t her. PTSD level back to normal now).

Was feeling all-of-sudden depressed and a little scared about big things tonight until I got shocked by some kind of not-quite-an-earwig, not-quite-a-cockroach shooting out at me from the bathroom sink. So…neat.

🎙️ Just published a new episode of Ger Can Get It: Dudley the Dragon (1994)-- "Have Yourself a Crabby Little Christmas" AND The Edison Twins (1985)- Season 3, Eps 11-13. Have a listen:

Not me thinking about how “Somewhere that’s Green” from Little Shop of Horrors is kind of like the Simpsons’ house: it used to be a funny commentary on lower-middle-class living and now they both feel like an unattainable dream (minus the 12in tv, which is prob harder to find than a 60in now).

🎙️ Just published a new episode of Ger Can Get It: Antony and Cleopatra (2015)-- Mark Antony. Have a listen:

To everyone else living in fear like a rat in a wall: hello. One day, we will be free.

Brain: “all these things are fixable. The worst possible thing that will happen is you will have negative money and/or get a bill collector phone call until you get paid next week.” Body: “WHAT IF WE SHOOT THE BLOOD PRESSURE ALL THE WAY UP? WILL THAT HELP? MAYBE PUT ALL THE BLOOD INTO ONE LEG?”

Oh oops. I stayed up until 2am building IKEA furniture

Am wearing an oversized hoodie and baggy basketball shorts as I did not expect to be in the fanciest grocery store of my life today. Would be embarrassed but instead, am choosing to embrace my inner Adam Sandler. Little Nicky would not be ashamed, so neither am I.

Definitely in the middle of a migraine attack, because I woke up wondering how to make Lesley Ann Warren’s bombshell outfit from the Clue movie. Also, it turns out that you can buy seafoam green opera gloves online. #goodtoknow

Somebody, please slap this Celsius out of my hand. Why do I only drink it when I’m already stressed out? My big fat heart is going to explode.

Thank god I’m not superstitious and have never engaged in magical thinking or the fact that it has rained and thundered every day since arriving at the new house after it rained and thundered almost weekly at the old l, terrible, house would certainly cause me stress. Ha. 🤦🏻‍♀️🫣

Was deeply confused that Star Trek had put out a cookbook for a minute.

Having a real bad day here, folks.

Why does this hotel only carry The Epoch Times? I hate this.

Last day of packing and loading before the move. The stress and anxiety level and the number and variety of things going wrong is so fucking high.

Gift article about my favo(u)rite place in the world: www.nytimes.com/2025/07/31/t...

We have now passed the “I don’t care where it goes as long as it gets onto the truck” part of me packing my own bags and moved right on into the “letting my mind wander so hard in the shower that I do not wash the conditioner out of my hair” portion of the trip. #rockhardhairhelmet

One day, I will be the kind of person who has regular and not just priority mail envelopes in her house. 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Is anyone else being barraged with weird ads for menopause pills made from ground-up cow organs or just me?

I know that my mother could not have known of the existence of Todd Chrisley when she told Child-Me that I had to either become a doctor or a lawyer when I grew up, but she must have sensed it in her soul because asking me all about this man’s self-inflicted legal woes is her new dearest hobby.

I wish that once a source of stress goes away, my body could acknowledge that and stop flooding my body with panic chemicals. Too bad my body only gets messages from my brain via media mail. 🙄 #youllcalmdownwhenweletyoucalmdown #whichisnever

RIP, 12 Foot Ladder. You were the greatest website on the entire internet.

Everyone, please excuse me while I mourn this beautiful condo in Canada the mortgage for which Google estimates to be exactly the same dollar amount as I pay to Sallie Mae every month.

Goddamnit, Lexis. Why are you being this way? Why are you ALWAYS this way?

Gee, Lexis, I would love to.

Am not currently being hugged by celebrities or watching world-class theatre. 0/10. Do not recommend.

The lock on my AirBnb door is busted and the owners are not sending someone but making me prove I am at the right door over and over. I had too much good luck earlier and am now being punished by the gods for my hubris.

It continues to surprise me how often in my life I am choked by a cape.

Have now had my outfit complimented by two (2) separate elderly women. Eat your heart out, Cindy Crawford. 😎

…. Awake. Why?

I wish there were a way to say, “hello, I liked your performance tonight. I am a fan” and then disappear into a fine mist.

It’s at times like these when I think about those Japanese ramen restaurants where they put you in a little partitioned space so nobody can look at you, the solo eater, and weep.

It is everyone’s first day on earth at the airport today.