Saaaaaaaaame

I checked my elderly father’s Facebook page today to make sure he wasn’t missing any important communication from someone. I got immersed in his feed, full of family members posting MAGA-pilled AI-fueled misinformation. The Hate Industrial Complex that Facebook has enabled is astounding.

Courtney Barnett - Sugar Plum (Official Visualizer) YouTube video by courtneybarnett

Sometimes a song comes into your life when you need it. Today, listening to Courtney Barnett’s new album, “Sugar Plum” is that song. I am definitely in over my head. youtu.be/Z0uXCUwymJ0?...

Same, friend. Same.

Nothing unites Bluesky like a good bagging on Mastodon.

On the back corner of a store shelf, a single packet of Peeps sits forlornly. The front of the packet proclaims that they are frosted strawberry Poptart flavored.

These Peeps specify that they are frosted strawberry Poptart flavored. Could anyone tell the difference between unfrosted strawberry Poptart and frosted strawberry Poptart when presented in Peep form? Sadly, no other forms of strawberry Peep presented themselves for me to A/B test.

I grew up on the lite rock hits of the 70s and 80s, so I know far more Air Supply songs than I should. They’re playing at the Mountain Winery in Saratoga this year. That doesn’t seem possible.

Finally, a good idea for what to do with all those gold bars I’ve been buying at Costco.

TIL: The California DMV has a calculator that shows you how much you paid for your vehicle license fees in previous years. Very useful for tax purposes. www.dmv.ca.gov/wasapp/FeeCa...

Thanks for that earworm

Junk mail from a local supermercado addressed to Herbert Hagon.

Every once in awhile, I get junk mail addressed to my grandfather, who died in 1992. We will all live forever in mailing lists that never get updated. See you at the supermercado, Grandpa.

Oh friend. You will be moulded into a cat-friendly position soon enough.

Ladyparts is more comedy than drama. RW is more drama than comedy. It’s unflinching in showing some realities, like managing a parent with dementia.

Someone recommended “Riot Women” to me. I’m two episodes in and feel like I need a solid week of therapy from it. It’s good but each episode has so many gut punches that are far too real. I cannot binge this one.

We might have to move in with you. We didn’t find it last night.

A few minutes ago, Michael informed me that I needed to get out of bed because there was a spider. He has lost the spider. We now have to burn the house down.

My elder goth heart sings when I see a teenager in black jeans, a black Bauhaus t-shirt, ankh necklace, black nail polish, and black Chucks with handwriting on the soles.

You can see in Taylor Swift’s live performances that she’s had a good secure place for her mic transmitter built into each of her costumes.

I definitely managed that guy too. Exhausting.

They finished it this morning and then blew up my texts saying how much they loved it. Total auntie win!

One of the best parts of being auntie to my friends’ kids is introducing them to my favorite authors. I gave my birthday twin “The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents” by Terry Pratchett yesterday, and they’re already halfway through it.

A Smart car sports peeling blue paint and a California license plate that reads Y PANTS. It’s parked on the street in San Francisco.

Y indeed

I self-paid for my hysterectomy because I’d already bounced off of other endometriosis specialists and was done with the shenanigans. I could have bought a really nice car instead. But the endo is gone, which is better than the previous 2 surgeries.

Very excited for this album!

When my mom was alive, a regular topic of conversation was gas prices. She tracked them religiously and complained every time they went up. As I wait in the line to fill up at Costco, I can hear her voice in my head. She would be having kittens at how prices jumped in the past week.

Jordan Marsh’s Blueberry Muffins (Published 1987)

Instead of reading the news, I have made blueberry muffins [1], tidied out the closet a bit, and went through all of the mail that had somehow built up last week.

[1] add 1t of lemon zest to the batter if you’ve got it cooking.nytimes.com/recipes/2868... (gift link)

The Fillmore in San Francisco is almost completely empty. The chandeliers are lit in blues and purples, and you can see them reflected on the shiny floor. The stage is set for Margo Price. A few people are standing right up against the stage.

Waiting for Margo Price

I accomplished something extremely rare today: I tossed an empty lip balm tube. I didn’t lose it before I finished it off!

Someone tried to tell me that their fun fact is that they have a 5⭐️ Uber rating. That is the saddest attempt at a fun fact that I’ve ever heard.