I found low sodium olives hiding out in my fridge that had not been opened and don't expire for another six months. It's Miller time!

Me, turning the volume up on Teenage Jesus & the Jerks:

Subject to change but this feels pretty solid to me.

Now I am going to go listen to the new AMCA and do a complete teardown of my teeny apartment kitchen and put it back together so it actually makes sense for the first time in years...

Things were bad and annoying but then I took a can of butter beans, a can of whole peeled tomatoes, half a coarsely chopped onion, a couple handfuls of frozen chopped kale and cooked it in some coconut milk and harissa until it was stew like and ate it with baguette.

Happy 40th birthday to the Commodore Amiga! Decided to revisit the 1989 Amiga Dealer store demo (now playable through @amiga.vision) and there's some stunning Jim Sachs art in there.

A new Around the Long Fire! We started the Táin and are back in oral tradition and girlbosses, also Niamh starts a surprising new game, I talk about Persona 4 and 5, and much more! www.abnormalmapping.com/around-the-l...

I forgot how quiet this TL is lol

Can't hold a bitch down.

Entering my "true mastery of breakfast sandwiches at home" era.

What?? Sorry,no, put your pants back on. When I said come over for some GL I meant we could watch the films of George Lucas

god forbid a man has hobbies

It grows frenzied!

Today, I am going to make another little tomato sandwich with my little tiny bread and little tiny tomatoes.

Maybe I'll do it RIGHT NOW

I got a little tiny loaf of bread and little tomatoes, and so now I have made a little tiny tomato sandwich at 1:40 AM.

I was very briefly almost Between Projects tonight, and that sweet taste of liberatory possibility has made being Not Yet Between Projects Again so much more frustrating. And now I must wait, sprawled on the living room floor, with a bag of trash staring at me, defiant against being defenestrated.

Trying to add mutuals from other places on here based purely on my vibes:

I deserve to throw my trash from the window into the street like a Victorian harlot, and yet here I am, abiding by Laws and Decency, using the stairs.

Breakfast for Dinner?
Breakfast for Dinner.
Because I love myself,
Breakfast for Dinner.