This is who runs this account

-warehouse worker
-convenience store clerk
-TTY/TRS 711 operator
-medical records, which I’ve done for 15 years

Last night I dreamed I was in a library and I saw a headless man who’d had a copy of his head crafted in paper mache. He was sitting in a sleek mcm leather chair with the head on a little glass table at his elbow. I wanted to take his photo but didn’t know how to politely ask.

me (bursting open my apartment window like ebenezer scrooge): you there, boy! did it happen?

boy (gloomily): no sir

It’s so good

I think that lipstick looks fabulous on you.

Hello, I’m chronic depression

When you get the reputation of being the guy with the encouraging words on New Year's Eve, it can start to come through as a little pressure -- what if the situation on the ground is worse than usual? what if people are more scared than they usually are, and with cause? what use are good vibes then?

“I am an AI hater” amazingly written

anthonymoser.github.io/writing/ai/h...

Fauve and I would get along all right. Justine and I not so much.

From the perspective of a ghost possessing a teen boy’s body:

"Did you see what Mark Cuban posted? Oh did you see the clapb—"

You shake yourself awake in the cold North Atlantic water. You are not online. It is July of 1858. You are a baleen whale, and you have changed your mind. The future most not come to pass. The telegraph cable must break.

A few of my favorite books are liked mostly by litbros™️

text to Matt Douglas and Jon Wurster from John Darnielle, reading "guys...hear me out...'Guaraldi on the Beach: Jazz Arrangements of Philips Glass"

what it's like being in a band with me and you forgot to block my number

This is why I DNF like it’s my job: I do not have to eat a whole egg to know if it is bad etc

*generically

Working on a surrealist re-envisioning of the “sacrificial bride” trope set against the backdrop of a fictive, genetically Western silver mining town.

My god, what have I done?!

Jonesy

Mass market paperbacks are my favorite 😔

Find Chapter 10 of “The Year Wheel” on ao3 now:

archiveofourown.org/works/580813...

He’s so sweet

NICE

Another example, red only. It’s eggs on a tortilla covered in cheese and chili. Not complex but really good.

New Mexican style huevos rancheros, drowning in “Christmas” style chili (red and green).

A late birthday gift for @adafrogg.bsky.social <33

2/2 Van de Venne painted the grumpy owls, too. Such a charming pair! Now with spectacles as well as snacks.

Furthermore public transit teaches you how to live with temporary minor annoyances and cars teach you that you're god's most special baby and your moment-to-moment comfort is the only important thing in the world

Both. But the important thing is that there was no way I wasn’t going to get a huge, glorious schnoz, which I love very much thank you.