Tried to fix it, but didn't have my whole stash with me:

It's 2025. I am seeing The Caulfields for the first and last time. Thank you @wxpnfm.bsky.social for making teenage dreams come true.

There's nothing I love like a bit, a deadline, a bracket, or a cover song. Down to the wire, here's my top 10 list for @wxpnfm.bsky.social Greatest Cover Songs of All Time end of year celebration. (Submissions open til 11.59pm EST if this is your jam, too.)

If you see this post a robot 🤖

Here's a closeup of my usericon, drawn and updated by @3gremlins.bsky.social

I dropped the flyers for the #eldercare #supportgroup I'm hosting off at the local library. Bunch of (private: sbux etc) places wouldn't let me put it up on the community board bc they're too vulgar. Honestly I don't think they're vulgar _enough_. If you're in #delco or nearby, you're invited.

One fall (someone kicked a skateboard), one ER trip (panic attack because someone kicked a skateboard?), and never is an elder more fervent that they don't need care than immediately after demonstrably proving that they need care. -_-

I finally grabbed a picture of Trump Take Egg at my local Trader Joe's, which I enjoy specifically because it also includes egg alternatives. (Note, I have not seen eggs at this specific TJ's in 10+ weeks.) @mtsw.bsky.social

She first filled a... highball glass? with ice. Her hand hovered over... Everything in the well. It was almost gin. And then pulled out the - cranberry juice? And a small bottle of Sunny D. No, wait, it's green. No, wait, it's Skittles. Wait? Liquid Skittles? Reader, this is a cursed timeline.

Reader, they succeeded. Go birds.

I will die on this hill forever.