Indy, sometimes Al

If you’ve seen me at a show, you know this smile: Sweaty, fogged up glasses, hair all messed up. This is me at my happiest.

This thread has more eloquent, well reasoned responses than I can put together. Well said.

Ah yes, the light I want to see in the world.

This is what I’m up to right now!

I miss Valentine’s Day parties in elementary school. I adored addressing those little cards. I made sure everyone got their favorite kind of candy. It was an organizational dream. My theme was usually anatomically accurate hearts with arrows in them. My whole schtick started early.

Toe beans for Caturday. We all need a reason to smile, so here’s one of mine.

Heads up! Superbowl Sunday is one of the most dangerous days for victims of domestic violence. If you suspect someone you know is at risk, this is a good time to check in. Maybe even suggest a “Football Free” day if your friend needs a safe harbor.

Just thinking about my former next door neighbor who was a super bigot. She was always being creepy about the children of color who lived with me. Anyway, when white nationalists shot up my house, hers got hit too. Seems relevant, but what do I know?

A reminder that there will be flowers again.

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What am I going to wake up and fixate on today? (Spins wheel) The teacher I had in briefly in ninth grade who didn’t like me! I win the toaster!

It might not be better, but it will at least be shorter.

Had lunch with a friend I have known and loved for about sixteen years. We talked about grants, funding, arts, family, all the weirdness of right now. It felt for a few hours like things might be okay because there are other people out there who understand and care.

Dream interpreters! Help me out! Why do I always have roller-skates on in my dreams?

I live next door to a small child who likes to scream her head off every night at about 7:00 (bedtime, I assume). Same, girl. Same.

I actually should not be at the club. I'm 32, monogamously married, and my liver doesn't work. No one wants me at the club anymore and I like it that way.

A small silver lining with things being so overwhelmingly bleak and terrifying is that any small moment of joy miraculous . My partner brought home a bunch of chocolate today because I’m feeling real, real shitty. It was better than any other gift I could have received.

No, but crying does give me “take me to the ER RIGHT NOW” level migraines. This has certainly had no effect on my emotional development whatsoever.

I hope the new trend is identifying the difference between news and entertainment. Weather, sports, and most crime stories require very little journalistic effort and therefore don’t get paid much. Inflammatory opinion pieces get passed off as news. An uninformed public is easily manipulated.

Hello friend, take fifteen seconds to look away from this screen. Look at something far away, something in the middle distance, and something close to you. If you wear glasses, take a second to clean them. You will feel a little better. Like magic. I love you.

A list of authors that have become adjectives (or should do)… Kafkaesque Dickensian Orwellian Byronic Woolfish Dickish Mannly Poetic Remarqueable Austentacious

Mozart, because 1. anyone down to make fart jokes in front of nobility would mean every word of their insults and 2. because he would have to come back from the dead to say it.

Fight flight freeze fawn… what about faint? Does anybody else turn into a fainting goat when they get stressed? I feel like I’m going to collapse on the spot.

Use the sticker. It’s not doing any good sitting around in a drawer with the paper still on. Make your world beautiful in every way possible, and do it right now.

Very seriously considering going 2006 with my technology. Just getting a flip phone and mp3 player and using a laptop for anything more sophisticated. Can anyone give me a good reason not to?

It is easier to lash out than to fight back. Remember where you are aiming your energy as things progress. We can get through this together.

One of my neighbors is a new drummer. They are playing their heart out tonight. Keep going, bud. Play as loud and as late as you want (you sound better than ever).

I would love to post pics of me at previous anti-trump protests and events. Unfortunately my stalker is in all of them. Remember to stay safe as things get harder. People get weird.

Check in on your friends who are struggling. Black, POC, immigrant, indigenous, trans, queer, of faiths other than Christian, neurodivergent, disabled, sick, economically disadvantaged, caring for family members. Check in when you can. Be there for them and accept care for yourself, too.

Everything will be lost media eventually. Remember to create things that mean something to you right now, no matter the format.

This past month has kicked me in the ass. I know I’m not alone. Please, do something nice for yourself, even if it is just asking a friend for a hug. You deserve to feel okay.

Me: yeah, I’ve decided I’m done. Husband: with your chips and salsa? Me: no, I definitely want more chips and salsa. I’m deleting facebook.

Now is a good time to get into preparedness, wherever you are. Being individually prepared is a good way to be in a better position to help others. Your basic goal, to start, is to be ready for three days in your home without power or water and to be able to leave quickly if need be.