and everybody was mad at having to clean out my room LOL
1 kudo. 10648 words. Every time I think about writing the next 2k words I’m bored… I’m more interested in what comes after, and that is problematic in terms of word production. I haven’t given up, and poked around in a couple of unpubbed stories to see if I could work on them instead, but not a sausage.
Brief and pleasant walk with Paul yesterday. He was in the US again for a while, so it seems he’s figured out how to get back into the country without paying thousands of dollars in fines.
This morning’s wordle was a BEAR. I am so lucky I guessed it in six.
Mariupol hasn’t fallen, but it’s a matter of hours. The Russians are calling it liberation but the city has been flattened, and they’re taking civilians they murdered 20 k out of town to bury them in a mass grave. I am numb, wherever I’m not angry and sad. The Estonians, may they be upheld, have as a nation declared Russia guilty of genocide, and have asked other nations to do the same. I believe that I have previously made a reasonable case that Russian troops and leaders have already committed war crimes.
As Fark remarked this morning, a psychopath with 6000 (some restrictions apply) nukes is holding the world hostage.
This is a repeat, but it is one of my faves of my own art. Best of all, people who knew me growing up know what this picture is an homage to.
They’re saying that Will and Jada Smith could have one of the ugliest divorces in Hollywood history, and you know what? I think they’re going to reconcile and stare everyone the fuck down. Well, that’s what I want them to do.
Suzanne will likely be here today. Everyone have a shiny day!
