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Fortysomething polyam atheist geek/horror fan/nazi puncher with library cards in four NorCal counties. Oxford comma aficionado. Neurodivergent AF. Elon hater years before it was cool. Suburban and boring, but in a really sexy way. Often NSFW. He/him.
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I probably shouldn't have stayed up until midnight edging, but what's done is done.

Something tells me tonight's list is going to be woefully brief.

I was driving today when I realized I hadn't seen a cybertruck in a few days. As expected, I wasn't lucky enough to make it home without seeing one, but it was still a nice break.

I'd like to make out with someone.

Mahmoud Khalil did nothing wrong.

While the monster models were the holy grail I was hoping we'd find, I'm less excited about a box of Creepy, Eerie, Vampirella, and Famous Monsters Magazines from the '70s. No bags, no boards, vague mildew smell, and the idiot my uncle bought them from wrote "20 [cents]" on all the covers.

I'm making chiles rellenos tonight. I've never made them before. Wish me luck.

I thought about taking a shower picture this morning but decided that I look awful from every angle. So you wonderful people who have seen fit to follow me will have to wait until the dysmorphia subsides a bit.

I want everyone reading this to vividly picture what is being described in the quoted post anytime you're feeling down this week. I bet it'll lift your spirits.

Most of my closest friends (and I) were horribly bullied at school. Weirdly we have not gone on to become bullies as we age. Your behaviour is a moral choice, and you can make it kindly.

I mean, I can't lie. It's much more fun.

What I should be doing: finishing up my resume, revising my last rough draft, working on my current WIP, figuring out what I'll have for dinner, or literally anything but what I'm doing. What I'm doing: drawing a map of the hybrid medieval fantasy/old western village where my next project is set.

With the caveat that I acknowledge my parents still love my fourteen-year-old daughter, of late I find myself disturbed by the way they seem to have replaced her with their seven-year-old neighbor. I get that she's not adorably precocious anymore and she seldom has time to come visit, but still.

I've spent the last couple hours humoring my parents by checking the value of numerous items liberated from the home of my deceased aunt and uncle. What I should have done was break the news that none of it will make them rich because hoarders tend to hoard garbage and not priceless treasures.

Today's one of those days where I feel totally disconnected from everything and everyone that's important to me.

The fact that Elon canonically exists in the Marvel Cinematic Universe and we haven't seen him there since Iron Man 2 suggests that at some point, the Avengers took him out.

Originally tweeted by me shortly after the start of Series 11 of Doctor Who. I'm a snarky bitch.

Thirty-six items on the list today. Highest it's been in awhile.

“I recently came into some money....There were no tissues nearby, and I had to blast it somewhere. So why not a wad of twenties?” I just heard that on SNL, and I had to share it with someone. You're who I chose to tell.

Bacon-wrapped scallops, mushroom risotto, and roasted Brussels sprouts. I should have used bacon that was leaner, but no way in hell is that a complaint about this divine meal.

must rock being a cybertruck guy. every time you pull up it’s like beep beep make way for the Ambassador of Divorce

just fyi the ides of march is coming up, if anyone would like to do the funniest thing of all time

My psychiatrist bumped me down to 300mg of Wellbutrin from my usual 450 back in November, shortly after the election and just as I was dealing with a number of personal setbacks. I'm back at 450 as of last week, but holy shit, it was one close call after another. We're all lucky I'm still here.

Bacon-wrapped scallops, mushroom risotto, and roasted Brussels sprouts tonight, methinks.

Still got the house to myself. I should take some possible #ThursdayThirstTrap pictures but I'm feeling uninspired. Instead I'm going through a box of Aurora monster model parts I found at my late uncle and aunt's house. As a lifelong monster kid, this is like finding a stash of porn in the woods.