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morvelaira.bsky.social
Old Minecraft and FFXIV livestreamer. Will not shut up about my kid.
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I built a thing in Minecraft for the first time in a long while. Step next: Make it actually look good.

Wait, I'm autistic. And I have dated, married, mothered a child AND I paid my taxes early this year, even. I call bullshit upon thee, sir.

This birthday cake was declared a win.

She also insisted on sweeping up grass clippings.

The kiddo is helping with yardwork in her own way.

"Technology, sufficiently advanced, is indistinguishable from magic."

The struggle to not let the kiddo see while we try to put candles on her birthday cake slice was real XD

The child has become as Frieren.

Spotted today while out and about: A Tesla with a bumper sticker reading, "I just wanted an electric car!" My dude. My sympathy is yours.

I just wanna play Minecraft, but I'm not 25 anymore, and I fall asleep in my chair by 9pm.

The most appealing description of the Minecraft Movie that I've heard thus far: "Army of Darkness for Babies" And you know what? I could be here for that.

The return of Coyote Bro Looks like there'll be pups in the backyard this year too

The rules for thee, but not for me.

A funny that just came my way: "Surgery as a patient is when you bring sleep to a knife fight with your doctor."

Today I learned... My baby would fly at Monty Python's Bridge of Death. She has named every color of the rainbow as her favorite today.

The child doth declare: "I'm a hungry T Rex! I need cheesy breadstix! Rawr!" She did indeed get cheesy breadsticks.

Today I laugh the soft parental laugh of, "Aw shit, that one is my fault, isn't it?"

Wait all night to try and show off the electrical storm to my kiddo, and the good thunder and lightning waits until just after bedtime. Of course.

The good news: The sick has lifted enough for me to start to organize my thoughts and figure out what needs doing after my period of being sick to the world. The bad news: That was enough that I need a nap now.

I have two spoons today, the 'being upright' spoon, and the 'not choking on stuff in my mouth' spoon. They are replenishing with each medicated nap I take, but they're the only spoons I got.

Have you ever been so sick you thought you were playing a video game, only to realize you've really just been staring blankly into the middle distance for at least 20 minutes?

When one person goes 20 layers deep on practical application, and the other person goes 20 layers deep on root cause analysis, who wins? Nobody. Nobody wins.

"Renaissance Dommy Mommy who can take my castle and kick my ass" is not a description I knew I needed, but it is - in fact - necessary. Thank you, @overlysarcastic.bsky.social

"Quadrupedal Satans in dazzle camouflage" Is my new momentary fave turn of phrase.