Happy new year we’re still fucked.
Well, I'm not dead yet.
YAY it's a new year after 2017, which wasn't uniquely bad and won't be the worst in our lives.
2017 wasn't uniquely bad and 2018 is unlikely to be much better.
I'm having bourbon and Spaghetti-Os with meatballs because I'm an adult.
I do not understand why Amaroq leaves the file paths in the toot as text. So obnoxious.
No context shall be provided.
Does anybody even look at the local/federated timelines anymore or are we all pretty much frozen at current follower counts?
Not that I'm generating a ton of content here right now, but it's pretty much due the above.
My Twitter follows will not be coming here, so this platform is kind of a desert.
Space gun, you're my space gun...
(Raw 3D print, to be cleaned up, molded, and cast.)
I don't know why I used an apostrophe in friends. Mystery of the universe.
Hello Mastodon I still exist but I think my friend's/followers list is so stale it may be empty by now.
Don't ever speak to me or my son again.
Today I've had 8 simple partial/focal/whatever seizures and counting. Good times.
Well, I'm shadowbanned on Twitter again. I assume for being a filthy commie as usual.
So it goes.
This is my new aesthetic.