Functional Poverty and Your Hard Earned Tax Money

This started out as a response to a Facebook comment from someone with absolutely no insight into how bright their privilege burns in their thoughtless response to a simple "be kind" meme Clearly, it grew swiftly and viciously out of control, becoming entirely inappropriate even for the most dedicated and zealous of keyboard warriors to … Continue reading Functional Poverty and Your Hard Earned Tax Money

Tarot Tuesday and Getting the Led Out

Awww yisss. Tarot Tuesday is upon us, my babies. This week's card you may recognize from that collection of sick vinyl your uncle left you when he abandoned everything that sucks on this earth and hightailed it across the Pacific Ocean to take up residence in Kona. Just me? Alright then. That's cool too. And … Continue reading Tarot Tuesday and Getting the Led Out

Two Hour Delays and Crying at Work

***Update*** As I am wont to do, I started into a point and then lost it in a tangent. The point I started to make, that unravelled quickly, is that writing, for me, is my detox. I identify with Alexander because he's such a morose little fucker. But I also recognize that Alexander dug his … Continue reading Two Hour Delays and Crying at Work

Sailor J and Tinfoil Hats

So, I clearly need to start wearing a tinfoil hat in my house because this bitch got some kinda brain scramblin' device or something. Because the dialogue for this entire video is my internal monologue. And this girl right here found some kinda way to make that shit marketable. https://youtu.be/tDdq8XG3zFc She is clearly plagiarizing the … Continue reading Sailor J and Tinfoil Hats

911 and a Near Disaster

I started the Ryan Murphy series "911" tonight. Sunday night, if this doesn't go live until tomorrow. I love Ryan Murphy. I will always love him for the first season of American Horror Story. That's also where I was introduced to Connie Britton who, along with Jessica Lange, is one my biggest and most incurable … Continue reading 911 and a Near Disaster

Bagel Day and a Couple of Kittens

Harper and I had some very much needed Mom-Harper time. Raising multiples can be difficult for any number of reasons. Raising multiples of very differing personalities, without someone to help break up what can quickly become a rather triangulated interpersonal dynamic from time to time? God damn, it's frustrating. I never cease to marvel at … Continue reading Bagel Day and a Couple of Kittens