We love the Cloth Mother

Honestly, Hatoful Boyfriend was far far better than I expected going in.

I spent a number of years doing care for developmentally disabled adults, and saw it there. It’s a terrifying situation to be in, and I hope they can get it figured out for her!

Oh no, she’s got the bugs. If you’re on the wrong dose, or that particular stimulant doesn’t work well for you, it can start to feel like you’ve got bugs crawling under your skin.

Yeah, but digital ones are byte size

A similar thing happened to an observer I know in NW Washington the other day too. They realized where ICE was going and bailed, but ICE waited outside their house for hours before giving up.

Protests are also networking events, where you show the public that opposition exists and is welcome to new members.

We started as five people in a rural coffee shop last year, and now we’re over 100, with the majority of the new members joining at protest events after saying “Oh wow, I’ve been commuting because I didn’t think there would be resistance here!”

No, it’s true. The LD50 for nicotine is only 0.8mg/kg, but for caffeine the LD50 is 192mg/kg.

The other bullshit in tobacco does make it worse than pure nicotine, but just pure nicotine is more dangerous than pure caffeine.

Drives me insane. Like, you mother fuckers aren’t here to get a grade, you’re here to learn this shit so you know what to do when you see it in whatever hospital hires your dumb ass.

This is happening because the job market is absolutely fucked. Students are under the impression that grades are what will drive job prospects, because nobody is hiring on merit any more.

My SIL has been a nurse in the cardiac surgery department for nearly a decade, and even her hospital is now using AI to screen potential new hires.

We’re so cooked.

Now I want Webster to put all their revisions up so we can see how a language dances. I’ve always loved etymology and the history of words, and think it’s important to examine historical documents with understanding of how the usage of a word may or may not have changed over time.

On the other hand, semantic arguments online are bad enough as they are now. Hmm.

Can confirm, I own a 1964 Websters Dictionary, and it defines Fascism as

A totalitarian form of government in Italy administered by the Fascisti (A political organization) which advocated the building of a highly nationalistic state, recognizing private ownership except when he state determined otherwise.

impregnated

Does their depravity know no bounds?!

Why are missiles the same size as grenades/knives

They’re fun size.

why does he fly like a weird bird

He’s emulating our great national symbol, the eagle.

if that child is on such a flammable box spring, why isn’t it alight?

If you look, this is moments before impact. The bed won’t be on fire until the munitions actually hit the target.

Yeah, US politics has been hugely distressing for me, it’s such a direct continuation of my childhood trauma sometimes, with added new threats to worry about.

It also helps to recognize the areas of my life where I did get lucky breaks. My belief in the cult broke when I was 19, and I was so convinced my stepdad would literally murder me that I ran away from home and started couch surfing with strangers I met on the internet. I knew it might be human trafficking, I knew that these people could rape me and dump my body in a ditch, but between this rock and that hard place, there was a small glimmer of hope.

I got lucky. They helped me establish my residency in a new state, going so far as to notarize an affidavit that I was living at their address, so I could get a state ID and start looking for work. I was able to find a job, and get a cheap dorm-style apartment with shared bathrooms and kitchen/commons, find love.

Then the bottom fell out of the market in the '08 crash.

I got so very lucky.

Yeah, mom was also a teen when she got pregnant, my bio dad isn’t even listed on my birth certificate. She had a string of incredibly bad boyfriends and another baby before settling down with my stepdad, falling into the incredibly cult-y church he was in, and having one more baby. My youngest brother was always the favorite, because he’s the only “legitimate” child out of us, and I was the oldest and only girl so a lot of parenting fell on me even when I was still in elementary school.

I think I got lucky with having my great-grandmother help raise me before the cult. Quite a lot of my personality mirrors hers, but she was a teen during the Great Depression, so I inherited some weirdly relevant worldviews there. These were further reinforced with living in a state that didn’t believe in social safety nets like adequate food assistance, so I got roped into helping mom with finding edible food in the grocery store garbage, because I was small enough to fit into the dumpsters.

I don’t know if it’s PTSD, AvPD, or what, but I do have a hard time connecting with people who haven’t been through similar trauma before. I find that too many people are insulated in a comfortable bubble and don’t want to believe these things can happen, so I always feel like everybody thinks I’m a liar, and I just get so angry and stop talking to them.

I’ve been with my partner for the past 16 years tho, because they’ve got similar trauma and they understand.

In my case it meant “if I can’t cheer them up, they’ll hit me”. They both did it, but my stepdad was worse about the random punishments. Turns out he had undiagnosed schizophrenia, and I was getting hit because he was having hallucinations about me doing/saying something.

Its been a couple years, but I remember my map path thing showed I had to go into a pink hostile area. I figured it was a stealth mission, but I couldn’t pull it off and gave up.

The store I usually go to has been unusually bad about stocking things lately, and it’s infuriating. I’m already having to drive 20min to the store (I hate driving), then I gotta navigate the mess, try to find things, overcome sticker shock at the price (seriously, $3/lb for fresh broccoli?!), only to find out that the cheap version is out of stock and I gotta revamp my whole plan on the fly because they’ve only got the fucking pasta that costs twice as much in stock.

I am about ready to start tipping shelves over.

Red Dead Redemption 2. I played partway through, then ran into that quest where Arthur was supposed to meet one of his party members in Blackwater, but it just kept spawning bounty hunters and I gave up after dying like ten times and not finding this guy.

Trump and Bibi, sitting in a tree. K-I-L-L-I-N-G