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You can call me they, you can call me she, just don't call me late to dinner. Planet Booty & TWRP are my guardian angels // cats // excessive media consumption // sidekick type // the ! is factorial
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Wait no no no, I'm talking crazy. I have the first tit signed by Paul Bellini. That's why my tits are named Scott & Paul. My left tit is an undiscovered Canadian national treasure. That's got to be at least as valuable as speaking French.

I think I'm gonna gather up evidence of my decades long love of Canada in case we ever desperately need empathy from a border agent or whatever. Put together a short presentation, maybe practice some I Mother Earth karaoke? Bring a Moist CD? American currency defaced by Finger Eleven in 2002?

We watched Hundreds of Beavers this morning. If you enjoy(ed) Looney Toons it's required viewing. It's on YouTube premium for free.

Why do country pop lyrics sound like a text conversation between a couple where both of them kinda suck so they deserve each other?

Finally made myself go to the eye doctor today. I can't use my precious Night & Day monthly lenses anymore. One of the infinite joys of menopause is very dry eyes. I'm gonna try out dailies. Take my uterus, idgaf, but my ability to see when I first open my eyes in the morning? Uncool, body.

Trans rights are human rights, because if one person isn’t free to be who they are, then none of us are free. The fascists will get around to you eventually.

Fucking hell. It was a medical flight for a kid. Came down in a populated area near a mall on a Friday night. There are burnt out husks of cars on the ground. Unknown number of people injured or worse on the ground. Fucking hell.

I had my first physical therapy for lingering shin pain and it went well. The front desk person is a huge Lovely and my therapist is lovely as well. Most interesting -- I *am* hypermobile, but only in my lower half. Never knew everyone's knees don't go forward and lock. Fun!

I've been having this repeating dream where I cannot crack an egg without absolutely destroying it. Wonder what that's all about.

I wish my instinct when the world gets ugly was to seek community instead of isolating. It feels like a long-term psych pipe dream at this point. Always with the sensation that I'm imposing myself on others. I'm chill once I know a group of people a bit, but that initial stage? Nonononono.

See me play my new single Car Chase live! youtu.be/xKI_bTRqqQ4 #synthwave #retrowave #80s #livemusic

Google's AI bullshit just told me that the last stage in getting shattered glass out of carpet is to mop the carpet with an appropriate cleaner. I'm not sure if I'm filling my mop bucket with a can of spot remover or Windex. Send help.

"Fix your hearts or die" IS absolultely fire but also huge shoutout to David Lynch for writing a trans character into the OG run of Twin Peaks in fucking 1990 who was cool, and confident, and who was treated with the utmost respect and dignity by her former colleague the instant he meets her

My niece has learned how to create group texts. Life will never be the same again.

My colonoscopy went well, and my colon is fucking perfect. Not a polyp in sight. My parent may have left me disabled with pain for the rest of my life, but at least the bastard hasn't gotten me with their cancer yet. I will take my wins where I can get them.

I just started my colonoscopy prep. I'm gonna watch Kids In The Hall all night so that if I shit my pants I can forever say they made me laugh hard enough to do it. I don't know why, but it just feels like the right thing to do.

Colonoscopy prep supplies: obtained. I AM NERVOUS. The procedure is next Thursday. I have a family history. 2025 is going to be a great year, and I'm gonna do my part by refocusing on my health. Still... celebrating one year since a hysterectomy with a colonoscopy is pretty on-brand.

I'm in a (rural) hotel room and my husband is napping. Scott Pilgrim just started a few minutes ago. I feel like I hit the lottery 💜

Pro: contact lenses went on Con: ripped my gloves Um... I guess I need to buy red nail polish? Dye is Garnet by Xmondo. Hair color shouldn't be allowed to smell this good.

My contacts are not cooperating, so I think for the first time in my life I have to dye my hair while wearing glasses :/ I'm sure it'll be fine but in my head it's a disaster.

I was reminded of a short story when I put up my haircutting mirror. "And Then There Were (N-One)" by Sarah Pinsker. www.uncannymagazine.com/article/and-... SarahCon is getting started and I'm sure we'll all have a very good time!

Goddamn, Flexin' is doing numbers! It's okay to give in to Planet Booty. Dylan asks permission before he bites. [69k niiiiiiiiice but for serious I'm so happy for them!]

Got my right foot tucked comfortably tucked behind my head. Left side, you're next.

According to Rich Rod, I'm a Pitt fan now, so that's cool. And you know what? Kiss my ass in return. My interest in sports is at a 20 year low, and sports betting is fucking irritating. Maybe I'm just done with the whole damn concept.

End-of-the-year photo montages are really, really uncool if you have to put down your best friend on New Year's Day. Google Photos sees a holiday, assumes it must be happy, and sends me our last pictures on a festive template. Fuck some AI telling *me* what was important about *my* year.

I'm an optimistic pessimist. Getting Botox stabbed into my nerve damage is a real bummer. I also get a migraine protocol. Botox can't be reused once reconstituted and is ordered by the bottle, so the extra goes into my brows. It feels like compensation for my crooked smile.

There's still one tier to go, but I need to get a taller stepladder to finish. Plato is especially happy. I might regain possession of the top shelf in my closet! It's the small victories.

I shouldn't judge myself for a disability accommodation, but dammit, I feel like such a prick eating pizza with a fork and knife.

I took a break from assembling a cat tree and shockingly, they're enjoying it already. It's gonna be the highest point in the room by the time it's done. I love making them happy.

Sometimes I really miss the couple years of my life where I had a regular social life, but even then, it was within the confines of scheduled group events. I wish I could just casually chat with people without feeling like I need a valid reason to impose myself on them. Chin up. Maybe one day?

NEW PLANET BOOTY GO GO GOOOOOO 💜💜💜

I started marathoning Taskmaster from the first episode quite a while ago and I'm up to the series 11 finale. Non-sarcastically bless their hearts for uploading the entire show to YouTube.

One of the saving graces of severe intractable nerve pain is that it doesn't stay at max volume 24/7. The nature of reality is that time marches forward without regard for suffering, meaning the worst can't last forever. Turd polishing is my newest coping mechanism ✨