I wish bsky would let me middle click to open in a tab with people's posts in order to see the comments. It's what my ADHD brain needs and is the main reason why I still use Twitter more.
Ever since I started being more vocal about my ADHD, I've been finding myself frequently struck by the accuracy of the "ND gravitate towards each other" trope. It simultaneously makes complete and obvious sense, but also is utterly fucking bizarre somehow too.
God I'm tired of being poor and on the edge of being homeless. One of these companies should hire me so that I'm happy and drunk on a Friday night, not sober and listing beloved personal belongings on craigslist.
Kimber/Stormer forever. I've been rewatching this episode to feel better about life for 30 years now.
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People in my life regularly accuse me of being intelligent and I just touched a hot piece of glass with my finger tips not once, not twice, but three damn times. By the transitive properties of some nonsense jargon you'll have to imagine, I believe that makes burning your fingers on hot glass smart.
Beyond lacking a handful of journalists who kept me on the bird site, the thing I hate most about bsky is the inability to middle-click something on PC and open it to a new tab.
It's a Team Dresch "Fagetarian and Dyke" and Rudimentary Peni "Rotten to the Core" sorta night. Sometimes you just grow up with the sorta fam that it's still reasonable to get anxious and edgy in your late thirties still, k? I escaped them, but somehow hope to escape the me who grew up there.
If I were to ever try to define who I am aiming to be, what I am trying to grow towards, and who I want to be, this song is always the milestone marker ahead that I think about. Not that my experience will mirror it 1:1, but - I hope to someday naturally feel the way this song expresses itself.
I love this song. I wanted it on You Tube. This is a photo of a chair in my backyard. The photo was taken by and is owned by my friend Jenn B. This chair ...
I was on a big PNW Riot Grrrl kick: you know, the classics: Bikini Kill, Bratmobile, etc. Somewhere after going on a queercore tangent with a childhood favorite of the Mukilteo Fairies, I ended up back on a Gilmore St too-often-forgotten classic: Spitboy. Anarcho-punk feminist band from ~early 90s.
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Most of my favorite Magic cards say "destroy," "without paying" or some variation of when players do stuff, it hurts. I should build a new Jund deck.