Wren Wallis

I think it's possible I have too many big feelings about the sea.

Today's mood is: crying about Mary Ann Patten, I guess.

this blizzard is running a lot more effectively than Blizzard sometimes does. at least, assuming i understand its operational goals correctly. emoji reactions: rofl, 100, frog_please, sangry

I love my WoW guild. This from a beleaguered @invisibleinkie.bsky.social in Massachusetts:

Is "I want ice cream" a valid reason to send one's husband out in a bomb cyclone or nah?

It's not just fine but amazing to make amateur art. Humans are artmakers. You don't have to be professionalized as an artist, you don't have to make art of professional merit. Just create!

Oh not you, sir, you are not in the moldy or root vegetable demographics.

My main question is why so many of these guys look like moldy potatoes.

Sorry, I felt morally obligated to repost without the typo. I do also have great thinks about my husband, though.

A great thing about my husband is that I can say to him, "I have ordered donuts because I'm mad at the cat," and he both knows what I mean and agrees it was a completely reasonable course of action.

Socratic debate with the child in homeschool this morning until he finally yelled:

I DON'T CARE. I WANT TO RUN IN A FIELD AND HUNT WITH MY FINGERS. I DON'T CARE IF SOCIETY COLLAPSES. I WANT TO LIVE IN A FOREST AND EAT BIRDS.

so I feel I am fulfilling my highest responsibilities as an educator.

(Yes, I know it is named thus because jurisdiction in rem rather than in personam, but come on. We all want to know if the skeleton won.)

(The United States, by which I mean Mongolia, won.)

In the service of homeschooling preparation, this morning I am reading about the legal case United States vs. One Tyrannosaurus Bataar Skeleton, which I mostly just wanted to tell you because there is a case called United States vs. One Tyrannosaurus Bataar Skeleton.

Well since you're asking I guess I WOULD in fact like to take a comically luxurious train tour through Wales and Cornwall. I don't suppose you have a spare sixteen-to-twenty-thousand dollars lying around that I could have?

www.belmond.com/trains/europ...

Not to get political, but America is very pretty and has a lot of nice folks making cool things, and I think if we had a president who wasn’t actively trying to murder us, we could have a pretty good time

Screenshot of Tumblr post by lurker-at-thresholds: Thinking about a new bit where i start using “workers of the world” as my go-to second person plural pronoun. Like “chat”. Workers of the world what do we think of this. Is it funny. Workers of the world please like and reblog my post

Wake up, workers of the world, a new second-person plural pronoun dropped.

I also told my husband miserably last night, "I can't breathe through my face," which was not what I'd meant to say and yet also accurate.

Anyway, feeling pretty proud that my cough is productive.

I know what the phrase "productive cough" means technically, but I always feel a little guilty when my cough is not productive.

"Yeah no it mostly just disrupts me at work and interrupts conversations.

"Right, yes, also no phlegm."

A few months ago, I had a similar conversation with another attorney. This attorney practices post-conviction law. I had called to talk about another matter, but the conversation inevitably turned to Trump. This attorney mentioned that he’d recently had some work done on his home, and had gotten to know one of the contractors. The contractor was undocumented, and feared he may be deported. In the 20-some years he’d been in the U.S., this contractor had done well for himself — he owned his contracting business, his home, and some property. He asked if the attorney could help him transfer the business and title to his home and property to his son, who is a U.S. citizen. The attorney and his wife — who is also a lawyer — agreed to help. “As my wife and I started filling out the paperwork, we realized that we might be doing this sort of work for other people over the next few years, so she suggested we bring up one of the old desktops from the basement, so whatever immigration work we were doing would be on a separate computer.” The attorney’s college-aged son had taken an interest in all of this. “My son asked if what we were doing was illegal. I told him it was all perfectly legal. Then he asked me a question I really couldn’t answer: Why did we feel like we had to take these steps to hide legal work that was perfectly legal? And all I could think to say was that this is the kind of country we live in now.”

Another lawyer interviewed in the piece:

"elder scrolls" is just me looking at my phone

It is definitely a... pretty high-level summary of what I told her, but at least she got the gist? 😆

My child, gazing at her computer: "The Pope died?"
Me: "Yes."
Child: "Who's the Pope?"

> One hour later...

Child on Discord to friend: "Did you know the Pope died?"
[Friend reply inaudible]
Child: "That's what /I/ said!"
Child: "But he was important. Like a church boss guy."

A child's hands holding up a Starbucks cup of iced juice, upon which the barista has written in black Sharpie, "enjoy?"

I am... /pretty/ sure that's supposed to be an exclamation point?

What if Elon is the first autistic person RFK has ever actually met and that’s why he assumes we don’t pay taxes or go on dates

They did not take the signs off the outside of my door which I know because every time a new person comes in they are freshly masked and gowned. The regular nurses on this end of the floor seem to have stopped, as they are aware I'm not whatever they thought I might be.

Anyway I love having zero infections and being allowed to eat solid food again. My very nice nurse just came in to see whether I am done with breakfast and I went full Smeagol over the tray. Madame, I will be eating this breakfast until someone brings me lunch. I will fight you.

(I am not special, they just weren't sure yet what kind of infection I had. Which turned out to be: None. Zero Patient Zero here.)

"She's contact precaution," and a whole bunch of people started moving at once while the lab person was like "WE WEREN'T TOLD," and then I got put in another room all by myself.

Super exciting! A very weird kind of Special to be!

I did not realize until they took me down for a procedure yesterday morning that this is because I was considered some special variety of Hazardous.

They took me downstairs and one of the lab people said, "You can put her in bay six," and the transport guy in his plastic gown said,

They gave me this very nice single room at the end of the hall, and everyone who came in to see me put on a new mask and a disposable plastic gown at the door, both of which they promptly disposed off on leaving.