What's a queen to a joker, tell me?

[sovay]

I got to say, everyone seems to have more exciting experiences on drugs than I do. All that ever happens to me on steroids is I lose my appetite.

(spatch's opinion on the situation comes with cat pictures in comments.)

I have now gotten out of the house for a walk for two days in a row and while I still feel generally crummy—there have been phone calls with doctors—I feel better for feeling crummy in the open air with cloud-sliding autumn sunlight and leaves just starting to turn. I took some pictures of the GLX construction that had rather more of an air of industrial decay, which I shall try to remember to post later. Have some links.

1. N. K. Jemisin is among this year's MacArthur Fellows, which is just really cool.

2. I like the fact that languages exist that I don't even know about. Then I want them to stay in existence. For example, I just learned about Saraiki from Atlas Maior and Ali Pervez Medhi's "Nazuk."

3. I almost never remember to watch music videos even for songs I like, but Noga Erez’s "You So Done" is embedded in a beautiful little fragment of tech-noir. I am also enjoying the protest and solidarity of Yanna's "Marcaperu."

4. It is completely nuts that one of the grandsons of the tenth President of the United States just died. (The other is still alive.)

5. I am seriously considering watching Sinister (2012) and Sinister 2 (2015) on the sheer strength of this gifset, i.e., James Ransone's face.

I can't in good conscience wish for a kid to be named after him because I think it would be unfair to the kid, but I am not exactly grieving that Stephen Miller has joined the ranks of the Rose Garden superspread. I am not neutral about any of these people, but I take him personally.

Comments

[sovay]

I hope you feel less crummy soon.

Thank you. One of the phone calls resulted in medications, so I hope so.

I remember being jittery and unhungry on steroids, but not megalomaniacal.

Right? I don't even get the jitters. I just lose my appetite and have to be coaxed by spatch to eat with much the same language we use for the cats. Maybe where I went wrong was not starting from a baseline of megalomania.

I may have yelled "Yes!" and pumped my fist in the air when I read the news about Miller.

It feels a little like justice, which has been unfamiliar for so long and is heady. I just want to see some of the rest of them with their negative tests go down.

[selkie]

Oh, please find your baseline of megalomania. We are due a regime change. If you want a horse in the senate, I’ll put the fancy ribbons on it. If you want any sitting rulers kicked to death, we’ll look in this bucket of plausible deniability. I’ve always wanted to be a mad vizier and I’ve topped out at rabbi’s secretary! Do it for world peace, pandemic control, and my languishing potential!
(TW is patching his Sic Semper Tyrannis t-shirt as we speak. There was a moth thing. He doesn’t want to talk about it.)

[sovay]

If you want a horse in the senate, I’ll put the fancy ribbons on it. If you want any sitting rulers kicked to death, we’ll look in this bucket of plausible deniability. I’ve always wanted to be a mad vizier and I’ve topped out at rabbi’s secretary! Do it for world peace, pandemic control, and my languishing potential!

You're such a good friend!

(I'll just leave this here.)

(TW is patching his Sic Semper Tyrannis t-shirt as we speak. There was a moth thing. He doesn’t want to talk about it.)

Hey, moths are bloody huge when you live in a jam-jar.