*leans back*

Okay, kind of…actually even more worried about this. Time has not softened this worry.

I made for Christmas Eve, in order: Two batches of macarons. Marshmallows. Divinity. Another half batch of macarons because the first batch was really fragile and I got worried about breakage.

I would not be surprised if he did it on Christmas in the hope that people wouldn’t (is…that the right tense? Do I mean won’t? Whatever) take to the streets.

Oh hey, we used those as beach bags as kids because they’d let the sand fall out! I think they were from a Carl’s Jr. giveaway, of all things.

Envirosacks are fantastic unless they’ve changed how they make them since I got mine like a decade ago. Can fit a huge amount of heavy stuff in there, then sling it over my shoulder. Admittedly, doing that will make your shoulder hurt.

Lotta musicals don’t have happy endings, my person. Or even happy beginnings or middles.

You get me.

In fairness, this is a slight improvement over when they were thinking that California having wildfires during Santa Anas was clearly antifa.

Sorry all, promoting this out of the grey because I deeply want to know what beausrifuk means. I tried translating it from German, but that didn’t work.

Bizarrely, as a kid I used to go to a Christianity-less Easter celebration with the Buddhist side of the family, which is arguably much more impolite than a Christianity-less Christmas. It was celebrated as pretty exclusively a candy holiday.

My city’s Indivisible, etc. groups have a pre-planned protest set to trigger if Mueller is fired. I’m set up to get an automatic text notice if this happens. Your area might have similar, worth a check!

Depression cake is what you need. No eggs, no butter, no milk, perfect for those among us who don’t keep one or all of the above in the fridge regularly.

Yes. For the love of whatever you hold holy, wear gloves. AND DO NOT TOUCH YOUR FACE WITH THE GLOVES ON.

Horse people scare me.

Random tip time: you need a mask rated N95 or above. Home Depot has them by painting supplies.

Once, I had a totally innocent-looking non-diet-labeled lemonade, and they’d snuck nasty fake sugar in there. First sip, I knew. Bastards.

People have tried to trick me, but I CAN TELL.

I don’t know how people stand the taste of fake sugar. They’re all disgusting except the xylitol stuff used in gum. And some old people even voluntarily use the pink one (saccharin)!

When faced with horrible user interfaces, I always think to myself “but I can play Dwarf Fortress!” and then, fortified with confidence, conquer the thing.