Alright, gonna take another stab at the sleep thing.

Trump Shutdown™

Jury nullification. Learn it, love it, live it!

Turning off the two-finger tap-to-zoom because old.* *(used to being able to rest my fingers on the trackpad without shit jumping all over the damn place)

Y'all can fuck off with this bullshit, @nytimes.com I've been in the workplace for 40 years, in industry, military, warehousing, trucking, entertainment, and academia. The workplaces with women in them have been, universally, more cooperative and collaborative, less competitive, and less toxic.

We should try posting more hot photos. Maybe then people will get the hint.

Venue for kid writers! Send them stuff!

in fascist America, all journalists are horror writers

Early morning orthodontist appointment, because taffy.

Viral posts about how Moms For Liberty had zero wins on election night...aren't true. They're misinformation, even dis-info. M4L did have a number of school board candidates win. You can verify that information pretty easily. They had *A LOT* of losses and their power isn't what it once was.

Watching Only Lovers Left Alive, and it is so beautiful, and so dreamy, and darkly romantic, and so very, very Jim Jarmusch.

"Love's Last Day" (found out the traffic guard's name and when she's leaving for her new job, and now I have a title with no home)

Assigned reading. 🧵 (scroll up)

Zohran's win's exciting, but let's not forget Detroit, y'all.

When the Adam Ant song ends and you turn off the drive-time radio, because anything else they play is going to be a downgrade.

When my brother lived in the Mojave Desert—one of the dryest places in the country, like 4" of annual rainfall, you had to irrigate anything that wasn't a creosote bush—his HOA required a green grass front lawn. You could xeriscape the borders but not the whole lawn. That shit drove him nuts.

I have one of those crappy nu-country songs stuck in my head, and you people are gonna pay for this.

Totally off topic, but I think this love-interest character smokes. Not to glamorize smoking (I smoked for 21 years, it's an addiction), but she's a working class adult with foster-system trauma and a history of incarceration. It just feels like she should smoke.

Fuck Intuit. TurboTax will never get another dime from me.

This part, right here. Dude's memory is not a blessing.

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I haven't linked to this in a while. I should do better about promoting my word-salad AI bait trap. It's only a tiny poison pill, but c'mon, whaddya want. Feel free to link, repost, copy and paste with alterations, and/or generate and post your own tasty salads! jayparr.wordpress.com/salad/

She's got a point, y'all.

Straight up ? Bad boundaries, religious trauma, and generational issues They desire control in all aspects. So they want public control of the “other” AND interpersonal relationships where the object has the least power possible

“left-wing platforms don’t get non-voters to the polls”

This friend speaks my mind.

How the hell are we looking at middle colleges, I was just wearing this kid on my chest like 6 months ago.

Maybe I'm just not sleeping at all tonight.

Timeline cleanse.

Okay Jay, enough sleep avoidance.

Y'all, my boss of a dozen years? The associate dean I met with for an hour each week? The boss I flat-out yelled at more than once? He fucking DIED, man!

When you dig into line edits on your students' essay drafts, and the very first one you look at is obviously downloaded from an aggregator.

Welp. No reason to follow @teenvogue.com anymore.

They just gutted Teen Vogue which had top notch political journalism. The media is continuing to purge any sort of political dissent to Trump and the oligarchs. www.vogue.com/article/teen...

When Canvas keeps fucking up your document formatting…

New batch of essay drafts on my desk, to be critiqued and returned in short order. Can't afford to doom spiral here for a while. Later, y'all.

Me: (actually falls straight to sleep for a couple of hours) Apnea: (holds breath)

Let’s be clear: Republican leaders share one very simple thing in common with the 9/11 hijackers: They hate America.

FUCK AI Show me something you made without AI

Three different teenage boys, in different neighborhoods: "Hey whaddya call that thing?"

Women don’t owe you shit.

I want to take a bike ride, but I need to shower, but I need to go to the grocery store, but I need to do some house cleaning, but I need to figure out what I'm making for dinner later, but I just keep sitting here spinning my wheels and not getting anything done. Why am I like this.

It's supposed to be the night for extra sleep and yet here I am. Fuck.

My band played a bar gig once on "fall back" night, and since the time change was before last call, our front woman talked them into staying open for the extra hour. Very bad Idea.

Sounds like an interesting game y'all are watching.

Who up doing NahNotWriMo?

…do whut now?

HAHAHAHAHA! HE BLOCKED ME!

The most terrifying thing about this story is knowing it's not fiction. Fuck.

Satire is dead.