I'm still on what's left of Twitter a few times a week, and on here not as often. I have to say I find this a much angrier place than Twitter. Years of blocking and muting having paid off though.
Maybe, in our search for a Twitter replacement, we just don't need a Twitter kind of social media?

I keep a little list of upcoming books I'm looking forward to. Usually by the end of the year, I've got about 20 reads to look forward to.
Right now, I only have 5 books with confirmed dates, and 2 with tentative 2025. And 3 perpetually delayed books.

Would you say there is a difference between a good night's sleep, and a full night's sleep?

Just coming back on here for the first time in months. I'm really glad he did this.
I've been kinda killing it in my theatre career, and doing Michael's silly little dance led directly to my next two gigs. Stage managing a musical, and production coordinating a cabaret festival.

Mental tangent just now had me realising I don't know any of the character's names in Burlesque. I'll comfort watch it, and just... It's Cher, and she's there. There's Alan Cumming. He's there. Christina Aguilera's there. And she's there. Somehow I forgot Stanley Tucci's there. But he's there too.

A new artist in the spiegeltent tonight had me answer questions about the spiegeltent, then dedicated a Cole Porter song to me, then made come on stage and dance.
Mum and Nan came to see a show for the first time. They must think this nonsense happens all the time.

Good morning! Today's forecast calls for blue skies!

Hi! I'm Dames. Doccy Who, spiegeltents, and books is what I'm all about.

Gorg to meet you!