Today, special needs parenting looks like: - still in bathrobe at 1 p.m. - constantly stopping work to answer phone calls, do paperwork - preparing to work from hospital cafeteria for the foreseeable future - steeling myself at every noise - lots of snuggle time with a very sweet, worth-it kid 😍
Does this mean I get to post random Tammany Hall-related comics from the 1890s and revel in their Continued Relevance?
ALT: a group of people standing in front of an ice cream truck that says ice cream
My kid is in the hospital and I am just plain sad. Working, interacting, pretending things are normal just feels like limping and lying right now.
Having lived through a 1,000-year flood event in 2013, I can co-sign this. I grew up swimming in the ocean and am a total water baby, but I never feared the power of water until I witnessed the absolute, majestic, inexorable terror that is a flood. Water's going to go where it wants to, period.
This is what my old boss called "a solution in search of a problem." We don't have to live in a world like this, folks.
Anyone who says they want to see the “complete and total eradication of grief” vastly overrates what bots will be able to do but also speaks to how tech solutionists misunderstand what it means to exist in the world. A hollow amalgam of a loved one’s utterances can never replace what is lost.
Tech entrepreneur Justin Harrison is on a mission to fundamentally change how we experience loss, using artificial intelligence to recreate the essence of dead loved ones from their digital footprint....
This feels like the final straw. There is no way to sustain both late-stage capitalistic productivity AND have to gussy up the inside of my refrigerator with a seasonal "fridgescape," JFC www.washingtonpost.com/home/2024/09...
The social media trend is taking refrigerator organization to a whole new level. Here are the pros and cons.
I'm always amazed at my brain's ability to dream its way into a creative project in times of peak stress. "Yes, I can barely hold it together, it's the perfect time to learn to quilt so I can make a sampler quilt using only patterns found in Depression-era newspaper articles."
I hate, loathe, and despise NUMBERS. As God is my witness, there will come a day when I no longer have to write any stories involving statistical analyses
The worrisome medical test came out okay! Thank goodness.
Ugh, I have a Worrisome Medical Test today and am overall unenthused and anxious. Send hope or funny gifs.