Kiya Nicoll

Soup is a balm to the soul.

A black cat is curled up in a fluffy blanket. His face is visible and he appears to be smiling.

Him roumd!

[finally got the time to read it] Even if they weren't explicitly transphobic before they were _very clear_ on how he (and his little brother) were supposed to be and behave and it is not unreasonable to assume that that will be transphobic when it comes down to it.

When witches forget that witchcraft is the tool of the underclass to balance the stakes against the overclass, their Craft gets so shallow.

If you're doomscrolling, guess what? So far there are 51 kākāpō chicks hatched and thriving this season, the same number of birds as we had in TOTAL in the 90s! Only one chick has died and there are still fertile eggs waiting to hatch!

Simon and Garfunkel sure thought so!

(Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike they've all come to look for America.)

I have realized that singing was part of how I managed dysphoria for most of my life, because if I go deep enough into the song I kind of ... live in the music instead of in my body?

But I've always had a solid low range, so I *could*. (Pre-T I basically had the vocal range of Billy Joel.)

Which reminds me one weird fact about me is "Every US President but one is my distant cousin".

(The current one, as it happens.)

When the 'Bush and Kerry are distantly related!' comments were going around in 2004 I went, "Okay, and I'm ... here" at the charts.

I saw someone say that it can help *really skilled coders* produce code faster and effectively which is good, but it also can help *really mediocre coders* produce code faster and ineffectively which is bad.

Dunning-Kruger kicks in and has, of course, already eaten management.

Oh I'm going to sit with that one for a _bit_.

... seen that too, unfortunately. (Not on ap though.)

alt.polyamory had the phrase "relationship broken: add more people" for this situation, and the only thing worse was "relationship broken: make more people" for the people who thought having a kid would fix things....

One of my household jobs is to copy the week's Google calendar onto the kitchen whiteboard every Sunday night, though it's not the polyam that's why we need it it's ALL THE FUCKING CHILDREN'S ACTIVITIES.

Doomscrolling is the weaponization of literacy

... with that title and plotline it's _got_ to be in conversation with the Police song which is also deliberately skeevy as hell.

What are they teaching them in these schools?

Man, reading through about that transphobic Atlantic article is pretty damn funny given my current transition-related useless cognitive loop is "Am I *really* nonbinary or am I actually a femme gay trans man?"

Dear author: trans people can have gender you cannot imagine from within essentialism.

"Anyone who is capable of getting himself elected president should on no account be allowed to do the job." — Douglas Adams

Got clobbered last night while trying to sleep with how apropos himself's portfolio is.

Gotta put the red back in my hair.

Appropriation happens when a dominant culture has accidentally located something infinitely valuable to human nature in the "outgroup" category and therefore forbidden to members of the oppressing class. Like spirituality, wearing bright colors, eating good food, dancing

Set

Miscellanea:

The polar stars
With fixed purpose;

Thunderbolt iron
To open the power
(Great of strength)
to speak;

Confusion;
Discord;
Overcoming that which would
Annihilate;

The sinister and redheaded;
The foreign.

And
Problematic
Men—
Angry drunks,
Queer,
And the ball-less.

Collected.

I definitely took your long-way-roll advice.

The meal has been declared a spectacular success by spouseperson so the recipe has been added to the family rolodex.

Yeah, probably.

It tastes fine. Maybe a little heavy on the thyme for my tastes but I am well fed.

Two baked pastry things resting on a baking tray. The browning is a bit uneven and the closer one is… blobby.

Update: yours came out prettier.

Stellated turkehedron.

That is *amazing*.

The first one I did windowpaned a tiny bit but it was fine.

The second one....

... well, there was windowpaning and also just fucking ripping out one corner.

(I think I didn't divide the mixture evenly in half and that one had more Stuff in it.)

At one point I was calling spouseperson enough to ask where my whatever was that one conversation went "Where the fuck is my thank you." "You're welcome, what was it this time?"

Two in the oven. One wrapped up ... much more successfully ... than the other one. :D

Ha, now I find the third screenshot. Superpower activation. (I find things by publicly complaining I can't find them.)

Your instructions cut off before I see how long to cook it, ack.

Also I don't have to stretch to hit everything in "True Faith" anymore and teenaged me who had no idea that wanting to do that (I could do it, it was just *hard*) was possibly Gender would be fucking thrilled.

(This thought brought to you by my random shuffle.)