Notice that Bluesky had its longest outage to date barely a day after I posted this.

Don’t let Big Server Oopsie keep you from the truth.

I'm not ready to say goodbye but must accept wear and tear as a sign of a duty well-served. Will try nearby repair options and spend the whole time waiting like a dog anxiously watching its favourite toy in the washing machine

...what do you mean "emotional displacement" I don't see how that could be in any way possibly relevant here not even a little bit shut up

Can't even bully myself into a "don't form attachment to frivolous material items" position because it's a backpack! It's utilitarian! It's travelled and carried things thousands of miles! It holds all I need and allows me to hold it comfortably!

Howling at the sheer injustice of this for both of us. I have a backpack that can step in as sub but it's not the same, it's a different brand, it's not field tested. It feels like if Bart Simpson's shirt was suddenly green and everybody just has to deal with it.

Who even am I if all the external markers of who the fuck I am are gone

It shouldn’t matter this much. I’m being silly. The manufacturer doesn’t even make this design any more though.

It’s been with me through house moves and holidays and breakups and hospital times. It came with me to the ABBA museum. It’s a part of my soul at this point.

I will explore what can be done to mend it, I just fear a prolonged postponement of the inevitable as it is getting pretty knackered all round but I cannot bear to lose it right now of all times

Yes I could just get the zip replaced but the backpack has has almost a decade of hard wear so is showing its age in so many spots I fear an inevitable backpack of Theseus situation until nothing of the original spirit remains

Yes I have other means of conveying my shit yes I know it’s only a material object and millions of other objects could take its place. But it is a disruption of routine, a constantly present part of me that I am now without. When piles of bags occur at events it is “oh, that’s Mia’s”

The pocket zip just broke on my beloved, long-serving, intrinsic-to-my-character-design rainbow sequin backpack and I gotta be honest besties this might be more than I can handle given how the year so far has been. Grieving this like a beloved companion.

RFK is Curtis Sliwa’s Wario

Yes, the Grink was there. I'm getting to that. He was on that island with me. And I wouldn't be alive to tell my story without him.

So do we think politicians are gonna get the message that people quite like it when their taxes get invested in services for the betterment of humanity or...?

My calling in life appears to be ABBA Voyage tour guide for first timers. My buddy had never been! And we made multiple new friends on the virtues of “Mia knows!” Stated by my companion. Yes actually this was the best possible way this week could’ve ended.

This is church to me. It is the soft and welcoming embrace of a bajillion neurotransmitter molecules unattainable elsewhere. It is a place to feel alive and restored.

I’ll be the first to admit I am a weak and predictable person but I got offered a last minute steal of a ticket to ABBA Voyage tonight and I think all things considered it was medically advisable to say yes.

There is a small child on this train staring intently at me with the exact same expression as the “I know what you are” homophobic dog

I was putting off reading the final fifty or so pages because I didn't want it to end, much as I needed to see how it concluded. But yesterday felt the correct time to finish up. If you'll pardon the trite metaphor, it bookended a particular period of my life that is transitioning elsewhere now.

It's the first VanderMeer I've read and I appreciated the sense of trust in the author that built during the first couple of books so that second half of the series could take even bigger swings in how the unfolding of the story was presented. It was a beautifully harrowing experience.

There were parts that made me chuckle out loud and parts that made me weep like a baby, sections of books that had me tonguing my sleeping meds and setting them aside until I'd reached a satisfactory book-down-for-the-night point. The series is going to be under my skin for a long time.

It's human to feel resonances between the media we enjoy and our own lives. Something about that series in particular, of the transitioning between worlds, the sudden upturning of everything you knew and prepared for in the face of this new space that can render you powerless? That hit different.

Yesterday I got transferred from the post-hospital crisis team to the community team for management of my care.

I also finished reading the fourth Southern Reach novel (Absolution), a series I started reading while I was stuck on the ward.

I have noticeably more grey hair than I did prior to my inpatient stay, at least it's contributed to strengthening to badass streak right at the front of my hair

All this Hasan Piker discourse in mainstream media and none of them are holding his feet to the fire even a little bit over his one and only actual crime: never gaming

Okay but did NASA get consent before posting nudes of the Moon's entire butt all over the internet?

“They want him to lose everything” we want him to stop abusing people. That’s the minimum. Stop actively harming others.

People talk about “redemption” and “comebacks” for men who never faced real material consequences or, more importantly, actually stopped harming other people in the first place