Tanya (she/her)
@tdr26.bsky.social
I am half agony, half hope.
In other news, my face. It’s not plastic surgery. It’s autoimmune fuckery.
November 19, 2025 at 2:26 PM
In other news, my face. It’s not plastic surgery. It’s autoimmune fuckery.
Seriously?!
Don’t worry, the *completely useless* sign was replaced by city workers within a day. Is it humanly possible that your staff thought that that was what my primary concern is?! Good grief!
Don’t worry, the *completely useless* sign was replaced by city workers within a day. Is it humanly possible that your staff thought that that was what my primary concern is?! Good grief!
November 14, 2025 at 4:35 PM
Seriously?!
Don’t worry, the *completely useless* sign was replaced by city workers within a day. Is it humanly possible that your staff thought that that was what my primary concern is?! Good grief!
Don’t worry, the *completely useless* sign was replaced by city workers within a day. Is it humanly possible that your staff thought that that was what my primary concern is?! Good grief!
Two weeks ago a speeding car went through my fence, at about 9am, adjacent to an elementary school and park. I emailed your office and didn’t even get a response. How many have to die before you make road safety a priority?
November 14, 2025 at 11:44 AM
Two weeks ago a speeding car went through my fence, at about 9am, adjacent to an elementary school and park. I emailed your office and didn’t even get a response. How many have to die before you make road safety a priority?
What can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the reaper man?
November 6, 2025 at 10:06 PM
What can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the reaper man?
Car smashed through my front fence again. Second time in two months. Guess those signs don’t actually make drivers slow down eh? This guy went right through it and flattened a wrought iron fence. Maybe a job for traffic engineers instead of sign writers? #HamOnt #traffic #crash
October 31, 2025 at 9:08 PM
Grateful today for the block button. What an asshat. A hat full of ass. An ass in a hat. A hat made of ass. A cornucopia of asshattery.
October 22, 2025 at 6:40 PM
Grateful today for the block button. What an asshat. A hat full of ass. An ass in a hat. A hat made of ass. A cornucopia of asshattery.
“There are certain sections of New York, Major, that I wouldn’t advise you to try to invade.”
October 2, 2025 at 5:58 PM
“There are certain sections of New York, Major, that I wouldn’t advise you to try to invade.”
This is the gift my parents just sent me for my 45th birthday.
Is there some joke here I’m not getting?
Is there some joke here I’m not getting?
July 4, 2025 at 1:53 AM
This is the gift my parents just sent me for my 45th birthday.
Is there some joke here I’m not getting?
Is there some joke here I’m not getting?
For everyone having a bad day, week, decade - here are six noshing guinea pigs.
June 16, 2025 at 10:21 PM
For everyone having a bad day, week, decade - here are six noshing guinea pigs.
Part of me thinks that my guinea pig would be homophobic if she understood what it was. She’s judgy as hell.
June 4, 2025 at 1:05 AM
Part of me thinks that my guinea pig would be homophobic if she understood what it was. She’s judgy as hell.
This feral (but super friendly) girl adopted our neighbours last summer, dropped a litter of kittens on them then disappeared. Her name was Lulu.
June 2, 2025 at 11:56 PM
This feral (but super friendly) girl adopted our neighbours last summer, dropped a litter of kittens on them then disappeared. Her name was Lulu.
I love how Pratchett will drop a little line like “yes, men say that sort of thing,” and it’s just like - oh yeah, he gets it. “This is going to be about the privies again” from the same book.
March 23, 2025 at 6:26 PM
I love how Pratchett will drop a little line like “yes, men say that sort of thing,” and it’s just like - oh yeah, he gets it. “This is going to be about the privies again” from the same book.
Terry Pratchett’s portrait of the rapacious, con-artist capitalists in Going Postal - and especially Reacher Gilt, who tellingly lives in Tump Tower - shows that he saw more back in 2004 than many people even see today.
March 18, 2025 at 6:09 PM
Terry Pratchett’s portrait of the rapacious, con-artist capitalists in Going Postal - and especially Reacher Gilt, who tellingly lives in Tump Tower - shows that he saw more back in 2004 than many people even see today.
I would settle for true senatorial fashion.
March 15, 2025 at 10:56 PM
I would settle for true senatorial fashion.
Yes. Sara Teasdale’s magnificent poem There Will Come Soft Rains is pretty much all that gives me hope vis à vis climate change.
February 2, 2025 at 8:25 PM
Yes. Sara Teasdale’s magnificent poem There Will Come Soft Rains is pretty much all that gives me hope vis à vis climate change.
FB has started showing me ads for this scum. @matthewgreen.bsky.social @sarahjama.bsky.social @mayorandreahorwath.bsky.social just a reminder that Hamilton is still where hatemongers feel safe. Can we change that please?
January 30, 2025 at 2:05 AM
FB has started showing me ads for this scum. @matthewgreen.bsky.social @sarahjama.bsky.social @mayorandreahorwath.bsky.social just a reminder that Hamilton is still where hatemongers feel safe. Can we change that please?
Look at these ridiculous fatties. I love them so much.
January 13, 2025 at 6:06 PM
Look at these ridiculous fatties. I love them so much.
I don’t believe in any kind of life after death. But I’ve decided that I need to change that. Between now and the day I die, I need to convince myself of two things:
1. That reincarnation is real
And
2. That I can come back as a dugong.
1. That reincarnation is real
And
2. That I can come back as a dugong.
December 2, 2024 at 12:20 AM
I don’t believe in any kind of life after death. But I’ve decided that I need to change that. Between now and the day I die, I need to convince myself of two things:
1. That reincarnation is real
And
2. That I can come back as a dugong.
1. That reincarnation is real
And
2. That I can come back as a dugong.
Look. I’m just saying.
November 11, 2024 at 7:37 PM
Look. I’m just saying.
Without downloading new pics, where are you mentally?
November 8, 2024 at 11:24 PM
Without downloading new pics, where are you mentally?
I think I want this poem read at my funeral.
October 20, 2024 at 7:05 PM
I think I want this poem read at my funeral.