After the decades of abuse from my mother, whom I only learned to start breaking away from at 30, and still, just yesterday had a pacing conversation to myself! with her haunting voice, of what I might have to do if faced with ever speaking with her again…

This example is the only kind of response. Even if just to myself.

I didn’t know I needed to see something so simple as a comic to help when she dominates my head, and I think I’m gonna cry a bit now. Fuck you, mom. I’m finally learning to enjoy being alive, without you in my life.

Probably not exactly matching your meaning, but in a round about way, Dune, post Machine Crusade –

It’s maybe not as evident without reading the series–which definitely isn’t a negative comment! I’ve enjoyed (almost) every bit of the truly shocking amount of Dune I’ve put myself through since the very early '90s, haha.

I’m, uh, mildly obsessive as well as critical of the SF I stand by, (just for myself personally!–everyone should like whatever they like!) but Frank Herbert, entirely, still remains in my top 2 favorite authors. You may enjoy all the books as a whole, if you’re looking for something less about ‘the machine’ itself, but how humans diverge from it and without it, but it’s…a lot, lol. And…well, I won’t spoil things. I just remembered it might negate my entire point. Oh, no. (ʘ‿ʘ)

Anyway! Regardless!

If you do ever get into full-ass Dune–and I’d recommend this “tip” to literally anyone–I’d definitely suggest audio books for the early works of Brian Herbert and Kevin J Anderson. They took a bit to get into their groove from informational to actually entertaining. The lore is honestly fantastic, beautifully done, but physically reading their earlier Dune stuff can be textbook without diagram tedious. Love 'em both for the work, but shiiiiiiiiite.

I am very short, and sit up rather straight. My head hits what should be the most comfortable parts of every kind of seating in the most uncomfortable way. This is an accurate representation of the sensation, when curved neck portion ends up at top of your skull, and doubly so, if it’s a bucket seat. Special cushions help, in certain vehicles, which can also alleviate the seatbelt going practically across your throat. Our old Outback is tolerable, which is lovely.

We have a couple IKEA Poang chairs at home, and I need to make pillow booster-seats for the damned things, or it’s just this image, lol

Search ammonia and sulfur smells in bowel movements, and see if any typical causes match your current dietary habits or medical status/medications including supplements. If they don’t, see a doctor, then get to a gastroenterologist, if you can. Maybe just do that, anyway. Regular checks, and digestive health are extremely important, regardless of weird poo and especially because of weird poo, no matter how uncomfortable, it’s more comfortable than the alternative. Source: life of intense health problems. Get your butthole checked. We believe in you.

Hooray! I think! Cause that is correct.

When my focal seizures weren’t as well managed, one of the closest descriptions I could give is it often feels like experiencing various Windows error noises. Like, all varieties of them, from '93-XP, fit the bill. Occasionally, it’s dragging the multiplying, cascading window that won’t respond, across a teeny screen of barely available conciousness. Meds make me feel pretty dumb, and some errors still get through, but I don’t dunk, donk, dink, or bonk so much!

Super cute and fuzzy wuzzy until it’s jumping spider season, and they’re in the house, and jesus goddammit jumping spiders, I just cleaned up this shit, can you not web up the entire kitchen every fucking morning? Tiny ass Cirque du Soleil across the light fixtures, every damned day! Cute little shits.

Kyle Maclachlan is a got-dang national treasure. 🫡

Just gonna leave this here…

There might be a less etsy type place to find that, but there it is.

Damn, that’s interesting! I’d think like any profession, some are just that good?

I’m a “better-safe-than-touch-up these fucking baseboards until I’m screaming” kinda person, so I’ll splurge my time on taping. I also tend to paint with strong-ass pigments, so I don’t wanna try to fix those blunders, haha. The previous owners of our home basically had the entire interior sprayed with matte ceiling paint over plaster when they moved out, so the kitchen, stairwell, and bathrooms are going to pros, especially so they can be done in succession. I just wanna be able to easily wash my flippin’ walls.

More power to you! I mean, I don’t tape outlets, just remove the covers, and be mindful of the plugs.But, my own house is riddled with crown moulding, including around the doorframes, which is very pretty and all, the contrasting white is lovely with painted walls, but DAMN if its jutting edges, corners, and curvy bits don’t sneak up on ya when you’re using a brush or a roller, no matter how carefully. So, for my clumsy bum, tape and more tape!

For reals, though - having painted several rooms–literally in the current process of painting another–you can use whatever “time saving” fucking scams tools are out there, but Frog Tape, friends! Tape, like you’re sealing a space station, and a little extra. Or just pay a professional to do it all properly, because it’s frankly a bitch, depending on your walls and layout.

Well, damn. I did not expect to see the most attractive thing ever, tonight. There’s a lot of talent, skill, and silliness to unpack in that photo.

Shit. Does that goes for ladies, too? Cause I might need to have a long talk with myself. Can it work that way? Can I instantly give myself another level of beautiful existential pain, like my bi friends?

Mannnnnn, every time I see one of these, I feel like I’m really missing out by not being bisexual. Damn. Guess I’ll buy more books! Anyone want some tea or an iced coffee? You doing okay? Need anything? I’ll totally run out in the rain, to get whatever you could possibly need to make your life better, if only for a moment. Really, I’m offering.

Please, I can only get so turned on…

If you’re familiar with his roles in ER and X-Files, he must give off strong as hell “literally rip my flesh apart” vibes, to casting directors.

Shit, dude. My iron was at 2 after my last blood test. They keep pumping me full of star stuff–pow, straight in the veins–and I just keep burning through it. Why, stars, why! Why does thou forsake me! I am very tired, stars.

Is this Welsh?

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