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I understand the reasoning but I'll miss you Bobby. lil fast hockey guys 4ever 😢

Just ordered the most perfect shirt I've ever seen. To be cropped and de-sleeved then subsequently worn every other day this entire summer.

Bob Fosse and Gwen Verdon in Damn Yankees - Who's Got the Pain YouTube video by matkapolka2222

If you're ever feeling down, may I suggest some Bob Fosse choreography?

Excited to play the west coast for the first time in one billion years (which was Precambrian times if I'm not mistaken)

Blizzard (alleged) survival kit

Had a little (probably more like medium) cry watching 1994! play last night. So happy and proud watching my friends shred once again 🥲

This is, by my definition, me completing Animal Crossing (just kidding I have to decorate a hotel now bye)

One of the unexpected delights of rewatching Star Trek ToS is every time a powerful villain is revealed in the third act he looks like an accountant or a vice principal

Audible USA chant during curling we are so embarrassing

The winter Olympics fuckin rock, y'all. Every four years I get way too into into curling and swept away by the beautiful eyes of some twink figure skater

The Olympic sport skeleton is called that because the first few people that tried it became skeletons much faster than most people do

I'm finally watching Mare of Easttown and am finding it very authentically Delco, except for when someone made a remark about finding someone dead at the bottom of the Delaware. True Philadelphians know that the Schuylkill is the river you die in around here.

ICE are running around in the streets using facial recognition on random people and telling anyone filming them they're a domestic terrorist and Democrats solution is to equip every ICE agent with their very own body-worn surveillance camera

Pi and Requiem for a Dream were some of the movies that got me into ~film~ as a teenager so I'm, ya know, bummed he made this nightmare fuel

I did 45 minutes of yoga and am taking a bubble bath currently. It turns out you can feel a lil better if you take care of yourself a tiny bit.

imagine if this sold out and raised $30k for trans rights off bluesky alone. think about what it would mean for the culture

I've been rewatching Star Trek from the very beginning and, y'all, it's still the goddamn best. This time around I'm realizing how many plots revolve around avoiding killing at all costs. Even when 12 foot apemen with cartoon-sized spears are caving in the shuttle's roof with boulders!

Obviously insanely excited to play this 🥲

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Announcing one of the coolest shows I'll ever play in my entire dumb life today 🙃

Hello I'm back okay

Spending all afternoon clicking "Not interested" when YouTube suggests videos of the Brand New reunion shows

I started apologizing for being so distant this year but deleted it. I wouldn't accept an apology from anyone else feeling this way. I'd just tell them how happy I am that they're emerging from the haze. I will apologize for this chain of skeets. I'm more of a long form writer than snappy skeeter.

Believe me, I know this is easier said than done. Instead of just saying "today I will start experiencing joy again" I'll say "today I'll start looking for the path back to joy." Maybe the secret to life is seeking enough joy to balance the pain, and spreading it to others whenever possible.

I've come to believe that one's relationship with politics/news is binary - it either consumes you and dictates EVERYTHING you do or you live in blissful naïve ignorance. This might seem obvious to you (and I'm jealous if you do) but you're allowed to experience joy in spite of the world.

I hope today is the day I can throw this thing into reverse and start living again. And if I've been avoiding bluesky because it's just a fire hose of grim political news, maybe I can try to inject some joy back into it. Be the change you want to see and all that jazz.

I forgot my best friend's birthday last week and that knocked something loose. I've insulated myself so much from the outside world in order to protect myself that I've lost touch with it. I'm letting people down and letting myself rot.

The source of my "big sad" (which is no longer the cute nickname it started as) is no secret - we're bombarded with bad news 24/7. As a trans person, I read about how I'm going to be slowly erased from public life until...I don't even know how to finish that sentence. It's been a joyless year.

I dropped off the face of the earth. I haven't ridden a roller coaster yet this summer. I've played pinball twice. I've barely been able to make it through a film. I lose interest in every book by the time I'm a quarter of the way in. I've barely picked up my guitar to make music. This isn't me!

I think I'm emerging from the haze, but for the last six months I've been more depressed than I ever have been in my entire life. Depression is really good at convincing you that all your favorite things are worthless, and that you yourself are worthless to all your favorite people.