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I live in the swamp. Not a metaphor.
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Literally looking at my copy of @ccriadoperez.bsky.social's "Invisible Women", an incredible book addressing how the historical exclusion of women from data analyses across broad topics has created a society (and a healthcare system!) that fails women in many, MANY ways.

The start of my ground pin collection. My boss just doesn't respect the vacuum cord. Just yanks them out the walls sideways, like she thinks the cords are gonna bounce back like an elastic. So now I bring pliers to work and freak people out by pulling these out of the sockets.

I have tomorrow off, so I guess I'll do my taxes and maybe get some money back before our government collapses and I have to make my living as a seamstress and moonshiner.

PLEASE REMEMBER TO REMAIN AS CIVIL AS POSSIBLE AS YOU ARE BEING TORN LIMB FROM LIMB BY WILD DOGS

So let me get this straight: Trump is trying to fire 5000 FBI agents while Musk's team of nine 20-something dorks has seized access to OMB and the Treasury. Um, Democrats, grab 100 of those about to be fired FBI agents and arrest those dorks! Get them out of there! They can't even fight!

The myth of meritocracy has always been a front for laundering racism, and I need more people to wise up to it.

Elon Musk, who has taken control of the US Treasury and is bragging about unilaterally cutting off payments to disfavored populations worldwide in defiance of Congress and the American people, is nowhere to be found on the homepage of the New York Times. @nytimes.com, this is pathetic.

So I caught the cold everyone around me has had. Unlike those chucklefucks, I wear a mask when I'm sick. But honestly it made me realize a strange thing about post-covid life. I miss the masks. I don't hate them like most people do. I want that barrier between me and other people.

Happy finding out another cousin is a Trumper day. Sad.

Once again, I am waiting patiently for my coworkers and supervisor to show up so I can begin work. This job is such a joke. I need to find a better one.

This past xmas was pretty ok! 1. I wasn't working retail 2. I didn't have to shop for anyone but my stepson 3. The above points meant I heard almost NO Xmas music 4. Stepson gave me 2 sweatshirts that he received but didn't want, and I love them

This year I manage to qualify for mainecare, the option for public health insurance in Maine. Which is nice because I need my zoloft, but kinda unfortunate cause it means I make startlingly less money at my new job. I get more per hour but fewer hours. I guess I need a second job.

Just got a Facebook friend request from someone I haven't talked to in damn near 30 years. Like girl, we were friends in 4th grade, and now I don't even know you. No, I don't want you on my social media. Am I just doing fb wrong?

Hot lentil soup is my only savior

“All across Syria, families wept as they were reunited with children, siblings, spouses and parents who vanished years ago into the impregnable gulag of the Assad dynasty's five-decade reign.” www.reuters.com/world/middle...

Free idea: I really want to see iterations of that popular jacket on Etsy with some added screen printed text on the back. Like, "I really don't care, do u?" and "Corporations are people, my friend."

The best part of my new job is when i tell 17 to 20 year old boys not to paw bare-handed through medical waste and having them react like I am the one being foolish.

People who genuinely like Xmas music confound me. Want to listen to the same few songs on repeat for a month? Hell yeah! We have plenty of variety since each song has been covered by 16 different artists, and since we know every lyric and beat, enjoy the earworm after someone whistles a single line!

My man is out in the north woods where cell service is rare and I haven't heard from him in 20 hours and I am not anxious about this at all and I am definitely not checking my phone every 20 minutes or anything like that.

Zen

The moon woke me up at 4 am, staring through a crack in my curtains at me. I got up, rolled a smoke, poured a finger width of mead into a glass, and went to stare back at it in the yard. Spotted a falling star. The night was so bright, but some stars were out. I left the mead out for the fairies.

Man, I went to the only bookstore around me and picked up some books and calendars and the cashier couldn't help but opine that one of the books I chose was *wrong* because, "Christmas shouldn't be with horror!" Madam. Fuck directly off. Long live the War on Christmas.

Genuine catastrophe or cunning plan? Jk we're all doomed

Everyone likes post apocalyptic fiction because you don’t have to go to work anymore

I'm so glad it's Friday I could just... go back to bed. But I guess I'll go to work instead.

I'm not saying I plan on making any but I sure can't stop thinking about molotov cocktails lately.

I made a venison stew today and looked to this recipe book for guidance. Great recipe. It contains only what I already knew.

Is this gonna be like Twitter once was, i.e. funny?