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Apparently mostly posting about the things that send me and the people around me to the emergency room now. He/him/they.
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I'm almost certain that there's an anime called "Is it wrong to father children while being the first American druid in Diablo to clear Abattoir of Zir?"

Anyone else baking a potato rn? Oh man, can't wait for this potato.

I have no idea what happened today. That said, it should happen more often.

I made two pies for Thanksgiving and feel like I moved the earth, itself, in my efforts. My mom made like nine different dishes, an additional pie, and an appetizer table, and expressed that she's glad she didn't overstress herself this year.

Watching without sound: What the fuck? Why celery? What the fuck? Hey, why the fuck are they... A wok? It's a casserole now? Oh, they put gravy on it, looks good.

Winter is beginning, and it's time to air out the bit I do where I tell my dog to be careful jumping up because my sweater is cashmere.

Me, on my knees: "Master, teach me to hate with the power only you posess." Paquita, pretending she doesn't see or hear me: "Something smells like shit in here."

At what must surely be the ugliest courthouse in the country, waiting for robocop to walk through.

Don't worry, everyone. Donald Trump had a permanently debilitating stroke Thursday and is currently being Daved by an anarchist hairdresser from Chevy Chase, MD.

Coconut water tastes like if a cucumber could jizz.

I would like to see a detective show where you see the murder happen in the beginning, then a weird little cigar-chomping guy in a coat gradually traps the killer into confessing.

I think the Umbrella Academy tv show just told me to kill myself?

I have another maiming for you. Yesterday, a woman put her finger down on the table saw blade while doing a multiple pass dado cut (luckily not using the stack, just a normal-kerf blade). Sawstop can only do so much, but she's still going to have a full, working finger.

J.D. Vance texted me to say he was "coming into the Adirondacks this week." Ok. Cool, dude, but I don't live anywhere near the mountains.

J.D. Vance sheepishly sneaking a brown-bagged Herman Miller catalog past his living room.

About ten years ago, J.D. Vance invited me to a private reading from his upcoming novel. I sat on his sofa as he read to me, and let me tell you, I was glued to my seat.

I hate to be an armchair critic, but J.D. Vance has terrible judgment in who he partners up with.

Ten minute tiktok dance to The Court of the Crimson King.

Watching the soccer game drunk and insisting that it's "a real Miss Piggy vs. Kermit the Frog" situation.

Just got another bill that should have gone to worker's comp, and I am now calling for an ocean of blood over this minor inconvenience.

Does Scott Bakula have a blues band? He seems like he probably does.