Please tell me why we've been sitting in silence in this Waffle House, and then SUDDENLY they're BLARING Like You’ll Never See Me Again by Alicia Keys at full volume????!!!

@miniminuteman.bsky.social should watch the Chili Today and Hot Tamale episode of Josie and the Pussycats

There is no better panel at a conference than being utterly baffled by vintage Saturday Morning Cartoons. Shout out to @chrismaverick.bsky.social and #PCA

Welcome to small towns, where you go to buy jarlic, only to run into your brother doing grocery shopping and then have an old man with no teeth comment about how fast you walk and you genuinely tell him that you're outpacing the devil and he isn't upset about it. Very normal life out here.

My sister interrupted my jam sesh to talk to me about index funds, and I let her. So like. Love ya, or whatever.

I just need everyone to know that for some bizarre reason, whenever there is no background sound and my brain is empty, the song Whatever You Like by T.I. starts playing in my head. I do not know why. I have stopped questioning it.

This is my formal request for Renee Christine, Zach Bryan, and Noah Kahan to stop coming for my fkn neck. This is worse than when Hozier's Wasteland, Baby! album came out and I didn't listen to anything else for a week.

My life has started to exist in a Mobius strip of metaphorically applying dollar store bandaids to a gushing arterial wound.

Why can we not exist in a world that cares enough to just...give a shit? Just try to stop the suffering for five to seven minutes?

Thank you!

It is not - usually, it's CNN, which isn't great, but it could be worse. We mostly just worry about her heart and her sanity, and she spends a lot of time very angry at the television while we tell her to turn it off because it's not good for her. 🤷

Somewhere around the time she had 2 19-year-olds communicating nonverbally on her sofa about why they hadn't done their chores, my mother should have realized that if my brother and I are on the same side of an argument, the other side is losing. Just saying.

Also, she needs to turn off her TV. 🙏

Substack cover photo with the words "WHY CHARLI RAMSEY IS ACTUALLY THE IDEAL HAWKEYE" in pale pink, superimposed over a screen grab of Charli Ramsey as Hawkeye reflected in Captain America's shield

Now's your opportunity to read me being very normal about Hawkeye and comics!!! Link in bio, etc etc. (Now is also your opportunity to read the new Ultimates run, so. Hup to!)

#comics #marvel #hawkeye

Welcome to: My Joints Don't Work and It's 29°F Outside

I'm wearing fleece lined boots and my feet are still cold.

Everyone, my friend's 6 year old told her mom to tell me I was cute. Nobody talk to me, I'm cute, a 6 year old said so.

I am reigning champ of ridiculous injuries. Cut my finger on a dish towel once. Strained my Achilles tendon in my sleep 3 days before my friend's wedding, in which I was maid of honor. Honestly, so many of my injuries are just ridiculous....

Hey party people! It's the end of the year and I wanted to take a second to talk about something near and dear to me: The movie Sinners. Feel free to give us a read!! (Link in bio)

Everywhere I look, people are obsessed with Heated Rivalry, and it's not abundantly clear to me what this situation is, but at this point I think I am too afraid to ask. I just hope everyone is having a nice time.

The folk/country/bluegrass fan in me is delighted by the resurgence of quality genre music.

The activist in me fears that Lehigh Valley by Renee Christine (and songs like it) is indicative of the growing political catastrophe in the US.

It's a very conflicting emotional situation...

Just saying, buying my friend's daughter gifts when she was 7 was WAY easier than buying her gifts at 13. Shopping for a preteen is a freaking minefield.

Also, I accidentally bought myself moisturizer, which I have enough of, instead of face wash, which I am entirely out of.

Ulta was fun 😆

There's a line from a spoken word poem I'm obsessed with, that keeps running through my head this week:

"...you can’t be this afraid of losing everything
If you don’t love everything first.
Because you have to have
a soul-crushing hope
that things will get better
To be this afraid of missing it."

If I had magic powers, the first things I would do would be to make my skin never be dry or itchy ever again, and my hair would always be immediately amazing and exactly what I want.

There'd be a lot of other stuff I'd do as soon as that was sorted, but man I'd get so much more accomplished...

Spider-Punk kicks a thug in the face while shouting, "Nazi punks can #@($ off!"

#NoKings

Over the course of the next month I have to finish a chapter of my dissertation, fly to California to officiate my best friend's wedding, and prepare/present a guest lecture for a queer studies class on Care and Crisis. (And do my day job.)

At some point one wonders if one is stretched too thin...

Substack post image that reads "You are NOT the Daughter of an Unburnt Witch" "A Fun Fact Essay," superimposed over a screenshot of an Amazon listing for a T-shirt that says "We are the daughters of the witches you could not burn" with "CeciMonster.substack.com" at the bottom

Please feel most free to read my first, very seasonal and topical, Substack post. The link to my Substack is in my bio, which feels like a supremely douchey thing to say but is none the less true! Enjoy! Share with friends (or foes, whatever)

Whoever it is Disney has writing for these damn Zombies movies, I want some of whatever that guy is on. Never in all of my days have I read a series of plot summaries more simplistic but somehow impossibly convoluted at the same time. I am baffled, confused, and moderately distressed, I won't lie.

A photo of the cover of the graphic novel Big Jim and the White Boy, by Eisner Award Winners David F. Walker and Marcus Kwame Anderson. Depicts Jim standing front and center, holding a wooden pole, in an orange shirt and blue pants on the raft, with Huck Finn sitting, in a white shirt and blue pants, in the background on the raft. The raft is wooden, with a small white tent and several boxes, as well as a line upon which clothes hang. The water is green and the sky is cloudy but bright. The bottom text reads "An American Classic Reimagined."

If you ever read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn in school, you NEED to read this graphic novel. The storytelling is amazing, the art is stunning, the history is accurate, and it should, in my humble opinion, be required reading along with Huck Finn.

I was born and raised in VA, and I tell you, it's absolutely miserable STILL. Muggy, sweaty, buggy, and seemingly endless.... The only thing I miss about the year I spent in SF is the weather 😆

Whoever is responsible for romanticizing Southern Summers needs to answer for their crimes. I'm covered in pricker bush scratches, bug bites, and sunburn. Southern Summers are not romantic, they are a sweaty swamp, and I will never understand anyone who says otherwise.

Finally watched Sinners last night and now that's gonna be a problem for everyone around me because I do NOT intend to shut up about it. So y'all can look forward to THAT for a while...

Here's the thing. I'm grown. I live with my partner, I pay my bills, I have a whole job, and I'm working on an advanced degree.

There is nobody. And I do mean nobody. I'd rather have take me to a medical procedure than my mama. That lady is ALWAYS my #1 choice. Bar none.