Soreth @Soreth@awoo.space

Mousehole. Dammit.

Seeing the mousehold and knowing that you have four days left before your vacation fills you with DETERMINATION.

Time loop closed!
(Or at least mostly...)

"You don't get to do the five-finger exploding nerf dart here."
"How about the five-point plushifying nerf dart strike?"
#ooctheater

Also, have a sample of some of the traditional music of the season from my childhood: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ez9fWw-GZbo

Since getting home today after work, I've:

* Started two loads of laundry
* Wrapped the Crimbo gifts
* Set up the bread machine for a loaf tomorrow morning
* Made and eaten dinner

...I guess I'm feeling better.

Happy Solstice, all y'all! This is the turning point, the shortest day and the longest night. There's nowhere to go from here but longer days and more sunlight. It'll take three months from now for things to even out again... but today, things get started moving that direction.

I can't queue things up on Mastodon like I can the other place, so posting this a little earlier here, instead of at the moment of celestial positioning as usual. n..n;

Hell and blood, I think I'm coming down with something.

Ugh.... when a low-grade panic attack hits just after you get home and distracts you completely from taking your pills.

So I can't figure out if this is part of my own partial faceblindness or if it's a thing other people have - do you ever find that there are a whole lot of flat, cold, challenging stares in ads with male models?

Like, they're even attractive people, they just seem to have been instructed to go past "eye contact" and "brooding stare", and verge towards "I am going to axe-murder you"

So what are the odds that on Christmas Eve Ajit Pai will be visited by three ghosts and have a complete change of heart?

...Oh, the spirits that have bought out his schedule time are Greed, Corruption, and Corporate Interests?

Never mind.

Can I also just say it's pretty heckin' rad how many TF people are showing up on this server? That kinda rocks.

You ever have that thing where you want to send a message back in time to yourself?

Whenever I get that thought coming up now (besides the obvious warnings for myself about people not to trust), I... have the hardest time figuring out what I'd say to my past self about gender stuff. I know what I'm doing right now, even if I don't know where I'm going. I mean, as much as it would have been amazing to have started transition earlier, I'm not sure I really could have?

Hey, I _didn't_ dream about being attacked by something last night. No houses under siege, no faceless forces outside... huh. After a week straight it would be nice if that finally stopped.