Mad Mac

Oh, thank you so much for this! My old guy and I send our appreciation to you and your own elder pooch’s endorsement.

A black dog uses his puppy-dog eyes to beg for treats.

Dunno what kind of reach this will get, but does anyone have any recommendations for soft dog treats? My poor food-motivated elder pooch had a lot of teeth extracted yesterday and I don’t want to risk oral injuries.

Dog tax included.

Come and Check Your Head by Blue King Brown on Apple Music Song · 2006 · Duration 4:01

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”So come make your own mind and use your own eyes
You see what they're doing and know it ain't right
And there ain't nothing wrong with us wanting to fight
There is a resistance that grows every day
From following blindly to leading the way…”

I've been representing protesters pro bono since Trump 1.0. In that time, I've represented protesters against the Muslim ban, ICE, trans bans, DEI bans, genocide in Occupied Palestine, police brutality, and more.

Want to know why more people don't protest? Here's why.

I LOVE when people know an indoor tent is how you get through winter power outages! So glad the heat came back on, though. We didn’t have heat/power for three days after Superstorm Sandy, and I still keenly remember that agony I’d wish on no one (and that was only late autumn!).

I live between a major road and rail tracks. In extreme weather, both get unusually silent, which is simultaneously my favorite and the most surreal time to live between two active transportation avenues.

But my new favorite happened today: watching someone snow-mobile their way down the highway.

For all the times I’ve changed my mind about a person, I never thought Paris Hilton would be someone I come to regard more respectfully. Look up some videos of her testifying in court, and then be in awe of how quickly she drops the ditz act and becomes an eloquent, impassioned woman.

The face of a black dog whose head is resting on two blankets.

We all get to exist at the same time as this amazing asshole, who’s the most beautiful and perfect mammal on four legs regardless of how much he thinks both parents WFH because Our Dogchild of Perpetual Needs requires constant attention.

I really want ppl w/o Minneapolis connections to understand

You might've heard that Mpls public schools went hybrid bc so many families are in hiding. Well, a coworker just told me that today, during his kid's hybrid class, a kid's apt building was raided onscreen

*Everyone has stories like this*

Even though we thought we’d surely hit the presidential nadir and I was making terrible relationship choices, I would go back to 2004 in a heartbeat!

HE EVEN COMES WITH HIS OWN LIGHTSWITCH.

My entire day screeched to a halt when this dude landed at my door.

“No, I don’t have kids but my dog loves the colors and also the representation, I guess?” makes me sound exactly like the kind of person I am.

Having a heeler means that you are pointing out every. single. Bluey holiday decoration to the dog who did not sign up for Mom ruining walkies with peals of “Buddy, look! Bluey! JUST LIKE YOOOOOUUU!!!”

Best part of working with Scandinavians is that December meetings start with A Very Metalcore Christmas Playlist.

(Of course, it helps to go from the notoriously low-paying world of print media and applying those skills to a mid-level job in literally any other field so the comparative raise and perks feel like you’re getting away with something because perspective makes a good move feel like a genius hack.)

If you’ve had a career where you keep getting unwanted responsibility heaped on you because other people routinely mistake your anxiety for ambition and it has burned you the fuck out, I heartily recommend returning to non-managerial roles. You are going! to! love! not being needed every 15 minutes.

A cookie tray of slightly manhandled green-tinted, five-sided spritz cookies before they’re baked.

I stopped keeping track of Santa Lucia Day decades ago, and was delighted to find out that it coincided with my first attempt at making spritz cookies.

Asking my husband to get me leftist books this gift-giving season to make sure we’re on all the same watch lists. ❤️

Hey, Siri, is my seventh day of employment too soon to send my editor-in-chief a mid-huddle link to Bigfoot smut?

Already delighted to find out that working remotely is really just an opportunity for my depression clothes to experience functional life.

I have greeted my first fully WFH job with an office chair made specifically for people who can’t sit normally and what is essentially a human-sized dog pillow, and this might be the closest I’ve ever been to knowing true professional joy.

WSJ headline: Gen Z shoppers aren't spending like retailers need them to

If you want people to spend more, pay them more.

I came home from my last day of the job I’ve been trying to quit for three years to my house smelling of a goddamn feast and the windows thrown open to welcome in a beautiful spring day in November.

Shit has been really, really hard for, like, the past two years. I forgot I could be this happy!

I JUST WANNA DO MY JOB FROM THE COMFORT OF YOUR COUCH AND PRETEND IT’S COLLEGE AGAIN.

Nicole Kidman raises her arms in what looks an awful lot like liberated joy.

When the job offer comes through and it’s essentially two pages of things your current job would never give you.

Immediate impacts of putting in my notice:
- It’s 7:22 a.m. and I’m no closer to getting in the shower than I was half an hour ago
- Deleting LinkedIn and Indeed emails on sight
- OOPS, ALL HOODIES! FOR MY LAST 10 ONSITE DAYS

I’m just trying to find the bridge!

Nothing can prepare you for the abrupt shift in content that comes from your phone hearing every conversation that happens between interviewing for a new job and quitting your old one.

A bridge dotted with lights is reflected in the river below as it stretches across the visual field. A dark-blue evening sky is in the background; the banks of a parking lot and a single, mostly leafless tree occupy the right-third of the image.

Siri, can you play The Crunge by Led Zeppelin?