SO MUCH BOOOOOO
24.02.2026 03:53
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SO MUCH BOOOOOO
Did you know that if your medication is lost in a house fire, health insurance can refuse to replace it right away because you’re “not due for a refill yet???”
Fuck’s sake, America.
I got to drop off some groceries for Anya’s family today. Her dad is back with them and in good spirits!
Costco is a team sport
Post from r/crochet that says "mods are gone. All hail Mr. Nipples" and its a picture of the most disgusting crocheted doll/creature thats pink and has a creepy smile and horns and big pink nipples. It's truly horrifying
I need everyone to know that on the crochet subreddit the mods made a big post about how they're taking a week off because there was too much fighting/political posts. so there's currently no mods on r/crochet and people are being absolutely insane
A siren against a dark cloudy sky with the text "It is Wednesday my dudes"
Screenshot from the handout I give my buyers about showings: “Special 2026 ICE occupation edition FAQ What if we have showings scheduled but I’m too exhausted from *gestures at everything*? That’s a legitimate reason to cancel! We all need extra grace right now. Don’t overthink it, just let me know. What happens if we run into an ICE altercation during showings? If you’re in a position to stop and help our neighbors, I will join you. If you need to remove yourself from the situation for your own safety, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. If ICE comes to the door of a house we’re touring, do you have to let them in? I am literally not allowed to let them in because I don’t have the seller’s permission (smiley face with hearts around it)”
Updating my client handouts has been fun and normal
The adorable little calico cat has shifted around, so her face is now shoved between my stomach and the pillow my laptop is on. My arm is resting across her, and she’s got one foot in my sleeve
A close up of her perfect little face. So smooshed. So peaceful.
Update: oh no
That seems fair
A small, adorable dilute calico cat curled up on a pillow in the chair right next to me, snoozing. She looks deeply at peace.
How am I supposed to get work done under these conditions
That’s a-okay, I’m mostly interested in gut feelings about the idea. If the idea makes people feel bad/gross, it’s not a good fit for something meant to comfort
Any coloring pages I make would be free to distribute, with the intent of helping people process/grieve and find a little stress reduction or catharsis. The image of objects lovingly collected at a memorial makes me feel held by community, but I don’t want to assume it’s the same for others.
Question for Minneapolis friends: I’m thinking of making coloring pages about resistance and community. One of the images that’s calling to me most is the objects left at community memorial sites—flowers, candles, signs, etc. Does that seem like a disrespectful/not okay subject for a coloring page?
Minnesota folks: if you know someone who needs a flight to MSP after being detained in Texas, standwithminnesota.com has collected donated SkyMiles to help them get home -- spread the word!
A stack of thin pink books that say OBSTETRIX * NAOMI KRITZER on the spine
HEY I AM DOING A FUNDRAISER FOR MINNESOTA RENT FUNDS
AND GIVING AWAY A SIGNED ARC (advance review copy) OF OBSTETRIX
THAT'S RIGHT YOU CAN HELP MINNESOTA FAMILIES AND MAYBE GET A FREE EARLY SIGNED COPY OF MY BOOK
A father with a heart condition was kidnapped by ICE at McDonalds in MN. The family is asking for help with legal fees, bond requests, & rent assistance.
An ICE agent smirked at the son when he went to drop off the medicine for his father. We need to bring him back home ASAP.
gofund.me/6459cadb4
80% funded, and with so many familiar names on the list…I’m blown away. Thank you all.
A quick good update: Anya’s dad is doing well enough that his medical team is planning for outpatient rehab!
1/28, not 1/27. Whatever. Brain is soup, time is fake.
Yeah. That one hit like a truck.
Stay safe, friends. That’s all I got.
Being there feels heavy and healing all at once. The street smells like vanilla scented candles and winter. The hush was broken by protest chants.
The woman leading the call and answer told us to be louder, so loud that any ICE in the area had to hear Alex’s name. I yelled my throat hoarse.
On the sidewalk side of the memorial, food containers stacked as high as my hip, pizza and donuts and baked goods and coffee, all given freely to strangers.
In the incorrigible Minnesotan tradition of turning every event into a potluck, there’s food and drink up for grabs. Across the street, Glam Doll Donuts was completely sold out of donuts and had over $300 left on gift cards that previous customers had left to pay for everyone’s orders.
An American flag from a military funeral, folded in a triangle and resting atop a hill of flowers. The note left on it reads: “My mother received this flag after my father died in 1999. He was a Navy veteran and a Republican's Republican-a Nixon man to the end. My father would probably have voted for Trump the first time around. Maybe even the second and third. But I know how he felt about government overreach, and he would have been beside himself with the tyranny from our federal government we have seen here over the past months. My mother kept this flag until she passed away in 2023. I've had it now for nearly three years and have wondered what I should do with it - it has been tucked away in a closet since it's been in my possession. I think both my parents would be honored to have this flag's final resting place be where patriotic Americans stood up against an unjust government. Rest in Power Alex Pretti and Renee Good”
The flag from a veteran’s funeral found a home. (Note in the alt text.)
A field of burnt out candles clustered on flat ground near the heap of flowers and signs. These ones are burnt out already, black soot clouding the glasses they stood in
A close up of one sign among the burned out candles: “Mr Rogers, they’re killing us helpers now…”
There are hundreds of candles, the ones near the middle burnt out and the new ones closer to the edges still glowing. Measuring time.
A longer shot showing several yards of ground, all of it covered: flowers, notes, signs, a poem on poster board, art, a couple of stuffed animals, candles. In the foreground, a sign says “From: a wife of a dying veteran. To: Alex Pretti and all nurses. Thank you for caring!” In the very center of the memorial, there’s a body-sized clearing where the hard-packed gray boulevard snow is exposed and someone has spelled out Alex’s name in pine cones.
Layers and layers and layers. Only 4 days.
Just one section of the enormous heap of flowers and signs the community has collected in the past few days. “In loving memory.” “John 15:13.” “Hate has no home here.” “What would Jesus Do? He would have been killed weeks ago.”
It’s impossible to take in everything as the layers grow and grow. Signs on top of flowers on top of signs. Someone laid a fresh bouquet on top of this a few seconds after I took the pic.
The spot on Nicollet Avenue where Pretti was murdered, now a memorial that is taped off and protected from cars by orange cones. The memorial spans at least 40 feet, and dozens of people are gathering around it in the cold.
One of many anti-ICE flyers posted on nearby trees and utility poles. This one has Animal Crossing characters holding “ice out” signs and says “Protect your neighbors”
The Alex Pretti memorial today, 1/28.
A little calico named Zelda curled in a tight circle next to me in a chair, half upside down. She’s exceptional.
Cats are so grounding when everything else is chaos. I find it wonderfully difficult to ruminate when this little weirdo is affectionately somersaulting on me. Like my brain’s too full of love to fit anything else.
Got woken up in the middle of the night by a cat barfing on my leg and thought “Well, this is a refreshingly mundane problem to have”
Thank you for this!