Ten Things

My favorite response to the “tell me you’re gay without telling me your gay” social media challenge is fully Christopher Rice saying “I’m Ann Rice’s son.” (Link goes to tumblr screenshots, not X.)

I’ve been reading a lot of magical realism lately. I don’t do as well with fantasy and a whole different world to learn (I get bogged down in those details so quickly I lose the story), but adding more magic to a world I already live in? Here for it. Need more of it. Read three books in a row by Evie Woods while pretending it’s autumn and I must stay in and keep cozy. (Link goes to her Instagram, not X. It’s a theme.)

A new diagnostic criteria just dropped. If you play the ukulele you are neurodivergent. I don’t make the rules, I’m only passing on the knowledge. There is absolutely not one single allistic ukulele player, which is how we protect matter from collapsing by absorbing antimatter. The good news is you will be allowed to bring your ukule’s to RFK Jr.’s work farm and if you show the IRS your ukulele your tax exemption is immediate and life-long.

French fries.

Baby Newphew is running a 30% sale for all my books on the Etsy store, and is setting up custom bundles and the like if you ask him and throwing in extra goodies for everyone. So holler at him if there is a combo you want that you don’t see listed. As the adult in the family, hes taking care of all that!

Uggs are back as lug soled slipper thingies? I’m not mad about this. I still have my Ugg boots and plan on getting buried with them. I vaguely remember wearing amazing heels all the time, but unlike Carrie Bradshaw, have not been successful in keeping up with them in my dotage. Gimmie the comfie old lady shit!!!

Speaking of Carrie Bradshaw, SJP’s amazing hair fully stole every scene in the past few episodes of AJLT. All the best of the 80s glory without the crunchy Aqua Net. I understand this week’s episode is the series finale, but I want her lookbook to get a spinoff, dammit.

And speaking of hair, I finally got mine cleaned up. Please understand I adult so badly, this only happened because bestie texted me that I needed to. That is some hella bestie level of service. And then for funsies, he did a whole ass amazing lewk based on the Beyonce Levi’s ads where she is shooting pool. It looked amazing until I walked out into the August heat and humidity that is South Texas. Go get your hair did if you’re in San Antonio. (You guessed it, absolutely not a link to an X account.)

The Sesame Street disco album is on Spotify and is a thing of glory. It makes the Star Wars Cantina band look like amateur hour, tbh. (I was actually looking for the ABCs of the Swamp song, which isn’t on Spotify but is on YouTube. And really I didn’t need to look at it at all since I can recite it by heart. That and Sonnet 29. So keep me in mind if you ever have a Kermit or Shakespeare emergency. And absolutely roll up if you are having a Kermit AND Shakespeare emergency.)

More french fries.