*DJing for my husband as he cooks*
You know what follows They Might Be Giants well? Some more They Might Be Giants.
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K-Pop Demon Hunters x tMG. This is the brand partnership that will have every child dreaming about being perched atop a throne of human skulls. And they can learn what an autoclave is, so it’s STEM education, too!
What I need is for my back muscles to be removed, smoothed out with a marble rolling pin, and then returned to my person.
A scene stealer, really
Aww, a puppy! *puts on glasses* Oh wow, he has a history of voting on nothing but “vibes.” 😬
Green hair everywhere. A nightmare.
Or the nuclear arsenal he made out of Pop Rocks and Coke.
Kid: Do you have kids?
Me: No, I do not.
Kid: That's terrible! .....Well, actually, it's probably really great for you.
THE ACCURACY.
Oh man, that you had to clarify.
Just under 4 weeks ‘til I see the Mountain Goats again!
(Ngl, I’ve been getting fomo real bad from hearing about the Japan, New Zealand & Australia shows. Can’t waaaaiiiiit.)
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” and other aesthetic-related freak eye injuries.
I saw a meme that said you can learn a lot about a person based on where they know Tim Curry from. Rocky Horror is mine, and it’s true.
Happy birthday to the GOAT.
A mostly black tuxedo cat with green eyes, white whiskers, and paws that look like they’ve been dipped in white baking flour. The cat is lying on hardwood floors and is looking up at the camera.
Not my cat, but a slonky baby I met 3 weeks ago and can’t get out of my head. I’ve never met a more affectionate or guileless being to a total stranger. #caturday
Can’t pick a favorite, but this is definitely way up there. Allllllllllllll the way up.
As a fan for the last 25 years, I can’t pick a favorite Dan Bern song. But these lines always hit hard “There’s nothing innocent about a newborn babe / That a few years here can’t cure / And it’s not so much that you burn out / Baby but you finally just endure.” @bernsteinn.bsky.social
Much as I’ve enjoyed all the extra time I’ve spent in the basement this week, I’d be ok with pausing any additional tornado activity.
Side profile of a short-haired black cat with large ears, green eyes, and one white whisker.
16.5 years old and still serving fierce feline looks.
This morning, I found out that The Decemberists covered Joanna Newsom’s “Bridges and Balloons” and it was exactly what my soul needed. What a beautiful cover.
“Oh my love, oh it was a funny little thing to be the ones to’ve seen.”
Husband: Be careful. You know what they say, ‘turn around, don’t drown.’”
Me: ‘Forge ahead, won’t be dead!’
Husband: Just because you make it rhyme doesn’t make it true.
Do you mean to tell me that in the year of our lord 2026, nobody at Campbell’s has figured out how to make single serve soup containers that don’t make horrifying banging noises while being heated up in the microwave?
Beautiful photo!
And also, this bird knows everything each of us has done wrong.
@johngreensbluesky.bsky.social captured OCD so perfectly.
TLDR: OCD sucks, the right meds + therapy can be life-changing.
I have a lot more mental energy to devote to important endeavors, instead of worrying that I'll mess up those endeavors. I always worried that my anxiety was what made me a good student or a good employee--that it was what supplied my work ethic and attention to detail. Wrong! Thanks, meds.
I wish I had done it sooner. It’s bizarre to look back at the things I spent my days obsessing over. It is unbelievably freeing to be able to shrug my shoulders and say, "Well....that probably didn't happen, so there's no need to keep thinking about it" and then ACTUALLY STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.
I sought out a cognitive-behavioral therapist to put a stop to my worries without meds. But if you literally have to sit on your hands to prevent checking and are miserable the entire time, maybe it's time to try something else. So, not without a large amount of drama and inner turmoil, I took meds.
Since undergrad, I resisted taking medication for anxiety. I was sure that talk therapy would help, or that once my semester was over, I'd be less anxious. Meds are over-prescribed, I told myself....you should only take them if your brain chemistry is off, and you have legit reasons to be anxious.
Take that one example and add 50 more things just like it. The list of stuff I obsessed about was as long as my arm. There was no moment that I was worry-free. That was both depressing and infuriating because I KNEW that my concerns weren't valid, and that my compulsions were a huge waste of time.