I come from an Italian family, so the lure is straight up an offer to make lots of food, all the time, if we were "just down the street" from each other.

The ultimate form of irony would be a large data center crashing to earth and wiping us out as the meteor did to the dinosaurs.

(No, I don't have illusions that a data center that big would ever safely orbit us, but the poetry of it was too difficult to leave unsaid. 🙃)

Forget the fact that covid fucked up my nervous system so much that I passed out when I did in-person work - where I also got harangued for masking and being visibly trans.

People ask why I live partially off-grid, and it's 70% for the environment and 30% so I can survive just a little longer.

I was thinking he was getting a head start on his "old man yells at cloud" face, but I like this better.

oh so we're at the point that we get to choose which illiterate era we want to be from?? will there be a vote? I've always wanted to wander around in chain mail. Seems like good exercise.

Sounds like he also used AI to write that post. Like reading an essay by a first grader who talks about how much he loves his mum.

I was going to post a video of Bumblebee, but this is so much better.

When I started getting weird joint shit from long covid, I did this. Haven't gone back. I thought I was gonna hate it, but three years in now and my joints don't hate me nearly as much.

Someone is really skilled at making thumbnails

Thanks and same to you! I've been struggling lately with some of the emotions you shared and have been trying to seek out other transmasc writers/creators/thinkers to either chat with or cheer on from the sidelines.

If it helps, I'm getting a few things published next year. :) We can help cheer each other on! 🏳️‍⚧️