Snefanie

who called it Heated Rivalry and not Fuck Ice

We are very lucky to live on the same planet as frogs

(Wood Frog) #herps 🌿

We did WHAT

There is a house on my commute that still has a whole gory skeleton battle going on in their front yard the week of thanksgiving. I salute our bravest fighters in the war on Christmas. Proud to honor the troops today.

I fought Kaiser Permanente and won today.

wow my Yellowjackets karaoke party was so fucking fun, I hope the weirdest news of the decade didn’t drop while I was singing Blur

Thank you

What is the argument for voting for Democrats for harm reduction if the harm is not fucking reduced

Hell yeah Georgia! A landslide for a fair GPSC!

grim reaper claw machine meme

i hope this is how you find out about dick cheney

The scene in The Thing where they test everyone’s blood is nothing short of a masterclass in building and holding narrative tension, god, it’s just incredible

It's hard to overstate how fully engaged Chicago and the surrounding suburbs are in this ICE madness. There are neighborhood watch alerts, spontaneous crowds gathering outside schools at pick up & drop off plus madly blowing whistles and honking car horns, this city is fighting back and hard.

I mention this for no particular reason.

When I went to Versailles a few weeks ago, I was surprised to find that my primary emotional reaction was one of utter disgust. I walked from room to crowded room and stood in massive, perfectly manicured gardens, and could think only, “yeah, they had to publicly behead these guys.”

@wiswell.bsky.social i just read Someone you can build a nest in and I’m frankly shocked by how much a loved it. What an absolute delight. Thank you so much for writing it!

Guess who biked to Belgium today and doesn’t know what the american president did today 😎

A lovely flaky round pastry called a panada with a shiny orange dome on top, labeled “panald Trump,” described as containing apple compote and almond cream. It’s a joke about how he’s kind of range I guess, which I don’t necessarily love because there’s so much to make fun of aside from his looks, but I don’t think anyone would eat a pastry filled with shit which is the only other joke that immediately springs to mind.

Update from France

As I wait for the plane to land I’m setting up the Île de France metro app and weeping with jealousy, as someone used to the Marta app. My god, the functionality. Imagine.

Me but with a gayer haircut than before

Haircut

The duality of my job: a patient did something wildly fascinating that gave me a lot of important info about her neurological status and another patient shit her pants and got it all over the room.

It’s so nice to think about. What if it happened on my birthday? My god. I’d be so happy.

I wrote down the date for the first time today and felt it kick me right in the face. 20 years.

No new pictures, where are you at mentally?

A truly godawful picture of me next to Dr Chuck Tingle. He looks great, it’s me that’s a mess but I did come straight from work, whatever, love is still real

Me and Dr Tingle

Chuck Tingle on stage in Atlanta in front of the words “time to trot”

There was a “guess the Tingler title” contest and I came in second place. Love is real.

The first 100% effective HIV prevention drug is approved and going global An epidemic that's been sustained for 44 years might finally be quelled, with the milestone approval of the first HIV drug that offers 100% protection with its twice-yearly injections. It's a landmark...

Well, I'll be damned.

It's royalty free and there's already six, generic manufacturers lined up.

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I cannot emphasize strongly enough: I did not feel Ike a functioning human and now I do. Anyway if your new generic medication sucks hit da bricks

About 2 months ago my pharmacy quietly switched their brand of generic Wellbutrin and it made me nauseous but so does everything, whatever. I then had 2 months of Struggle, just miserable lack of energy and feeling awful. I switched generics on Sunday and now I literally feel like a curse was lifted

Every once in a while my music degree pipes up like I’m Harry DuBois and is just kind of like “you might be getting ready to go to work and you might be worrying about the G tube toddler you’re seeing at 9 it is time to hear Pavane for a Dead Princess and think about Ravel”

The number of times this year that I’ve taken a deep breath, splashed water on my face, and opened the waiting room door to call back a patient while still mentally screaming