Eclipse

the magic Zohran Sickos picture that nets him five more points every time I post it

On the news of Trump calling to lend help to Cuomo, it is imperative and perfunctory I post this just in case.

Doctor Manhattan from the Watchmen comic books, sitting on Mars

[P] It is 2003. A dim-bulb Republican President has entered the US into a war in the Middle East based on thin/false evidence of WMDs.

It is 2025. A dim-bulb Republican President has entered the US into a war in the Middle East based on thin/false evidence of WMDs.

Today I asked a Millennial to guess my age. She guessed ~10 years younger than my age, and I'm not sure if that's a comment on solid skin care or she just doesn't personally know a lot of Gen X folk. Either way, I'm doing something right.

Taking myself to shows in PDX it's like great, my people, they nod knowingly at my obscure band tee, we rock out together, and I go home still not actually knowing a single person who was there.
Still, glad I'm here.

Portland OR Hands Off Rally

Oh wow: Portland Oregon is NOT KIDDING
#handsoff

Ain't no rage like the menopausal rage cos the menopausal DON'T STOP

Once again, an airline shit show at FLL means my well laid plans to sleep on a plane and get home at a decent hour have been thwarted for two connections and a 2am arrival. Unlikely to fly #americanairlines again soon.

I moved to Portland a year and a half ago and I still have the same anxiety when I drop a pizza box in the wrong bin. But yeah, it's ok.

The Physical Therapist is gently massaging the fingers on my broken wrist.
Him: We were taught that you're not supposed to do this any harder than you would pet your cat.
Me: ... my cat likes it rough.

That feeling the first few days after surgery when you keep finding those foam electrode pads still randomly stuck all over your torso.

Nearly 50 years of post-trauma surgical reconstruction and I still have anxiety and tears the night before they patch me back together again, every time. My cat doesn't understand yet.

Dr: ... so surgery is likely next week.
Me: Good, I'd like to be well on the road to recovery by the time I travel in early March.
Dr: Where are you going?
Me: Florida, for a cruise.
Dr: Hopefully not the part where it snows!
Me: ...

That is a very fine catte and I salute his health!

You know you've gone pro when the X-ray tech lets you look at his screen to show you what's up, gives you his informal reading (fractured indeed) and then turns to you and says in a serious tone, "We never had this conversation."

Been a hot minute since I had to reset the Days Without Incident count but I have probably broken my wrist again. The meat sack reminding me that gravy and bad genetics still have a grudge against me.

Didn't want to get dressed for short errands so I threw on a chunky cardigan and long skirt over the Cure tee and leggings I was lounging in. Got three compliments on my "90s goth style", someone asked what my favorite Cure record is, and a young clerk remarked "You remind me of my favorite aunt!"

Me: You have a whole afternoon, nay, a whole day, to be productive and get some shit done that you have been wanting to do...
Also me: What if we just sat on the sofa with coffee and the laptop and maybe a video game and felt bad about it tomorrow?

Oh how exciting! Congratulations, I can't wait to hear more about your new companion! <3

... and by the way, if you see your mom this weekend, be sure and tell her: SATAN! SATAN! SATAN!

Thinking about my upcoming research study check-in for OI patients and so much anxiety bubbled up. I don't usually associate this dr appt with negative feelings but I'll be spending three hours documenting the deterioration of my health and my escalating inability to manage it. I'm so tired, y'all.

new year, same vertigo

This was so good!!

Look I just really love my cat OK??

An orange cat with a white nose is laying on a person's chest, facing the camera.

Trapped! Send treats, scritches.

I mean, at least he acknowledged it.

Sitting in the quiet living room, I can hear my cat in the bathroom, doing his thing, digging away.
A few minutes later, the sound of a single pellet of Breeze litter rolling across the hardwood floor breaks the afternoon silence.
"You, uh, dropped something."
"Mrrrrrt!"

Yesterday my therapist asked me how I identify on the attraction spectrum, and to my surprise, I did not know how to respond. If you like pina coladas, if you have half a brain, if you think I'm kinda cute, if you like riding trains? Is there a flag for genderless brains?