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Andra Watkins @andrawatkins@mastodon.social

Dinosaurs breathe bad breath.
Especially in a game on my iPad.
I didn’t defeat this dino.
Yet.
But I keep stalking them,
Vaulting back in time.
I’m a dinosaur hunter
Until I’m forced back to first grade
Just after sunup.

Because apparently we have to explain this to people again

The right to free speech is the right to say what you want without repercussions from the government

The right to free speech does not require anyone to give you a platform to spout your shit

The right to free speech does not require anyone to listen to your shit

The right to free speech only applies to repercussions from the government, not other people, groups, or organisations

"On the fateful afternoon of April 8, 2017, yours truly was bored and decided he wanted to set up this hot new piece of social networking software called Mastodon. Little did he know how this bit of idle curiosity would affect his life months down the line.

This is the story from then to now in various pieces, as much as I can recall anyways. I don’t remember every detail but what remains is enough to write this post."

asininetech.com/2018/01/22/the

I wrote this post, I hope y'all read it.

@Gargron hello what if the code of conduct for mastodon was called the constitootion?

Hey, friends. Anna and I are actively looking for contracts right now.

I do writing, game design, creative direction, and system development.

Anna does writing, editing, proofreading, and art direction.

blue-gables.com

Retoots appreciated!

DAD UPDATE:

The old man trudged through blackness, waking occasionally to gaze at his surroundings. He mumbled about fried chicken, bacon and eggs. Once, he said, “Be careful” with clear eyes.

We thought he’d never find his way to the light.

But he’s back to telling stories, making jokes, watching television in deafening decibels. He can’t wait to start rehab, to walk, to see the sky.

The old man scared us, but he’ll live another day. Or many.

It looks like an #introduction is the first thing to do around here. n00b of all trades, professionally I do Red teaming and penetration testing with a specific focus on web. Leisurely I dabble in all sorts of languages and technologies hoping to get my feet wet in security and vulnerability research! Hello everyone! Overall just happy to learn and grow and contribute where I can!

@Tdorey I definitely need to collect!!! and to hallmark a week to sew (I'm a bit slow at sewing - and will have to invent a pattern) Definite project. :)

Thinking of that made me smile

For everyone else - We saw this epic dress in a charity/thrift shop and I want to make one ! 💃 mastodon.social/media/EqxAOP8g

Day bows to darkness but doesn’t flee without a backward glance.

Me: “You liked Mark Rylance in Dunkirk. Would you like to see him on Broadway?”

MTM: “I can’t stand musical theater.”

Me: “It’s......um.......I don’t think it’s a musical. He’s not a singer.”

MTM: “Okay. I’ll do it for you.”

And we’ll be listening to castrato singing for over 2 hours......

Think about high fives. Like, think about that feeling you get behind your breastbone when you do a really good high five with someone you like. Sit with that feeling a second.

OK. Virtual high five, then, from me: You made it another day, another 24 hours. Another week. Wherever and whoever you were a week ago isn't where and who you are now. You're growing and changing and living life. And that's worth a high five.

✋🏻

@andrawatkins

Eyeball to porthole,
as the world opens up —
out of focus and
out of context —
yet still I spend hours looking
for lost ocean liners,
wandering these city streets
in search of a pier.

An admittedly odd that has little to do with your story, save for city portholes, but ... that’s how it goes during some writing times

Before I entertain audiences for a week, a pause.

View toward the Hudson River from our hotel.

The first time MTM and I came to NYC together, he dragged me on weekend-long architecture tour. We walked past this weird building gouged full of portholes in Chelsea. He didn’t note the place except to say it was an example of self-conscious design.

SO OF COURSE WHEN IT BECAME A HOTEL I BOOKED US A ROOM INSIDE.

She yawns
checks her pocket
remembers
that phones remain
hidden
wonders
what notifications
await her
as if everything
tumbled by
as she daydreamed
of connections
in school

Word of the Day
#wotd #wordoftheday

paraph

/ˈparaf/
noun
A flourish after a signature, originally as a precaution against forgery.

Origin
Late Middle English (denoting a paragraph): from French paraphe, from medieval Latin paraphus (contraction of paragraphus ‘short horizontal stroke’).

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Antonio angrily attached his signature to the missive, completing it with greater-than-usual emphasis on his terminal paraph. mastodon.art/media/uwIrbpAAVzr

Big bird terrorists at the feeders. Little birds don't take no guff. The finches dust powdery snow onto the jay and cardinal bullies with their hovering wings. Life at the bird feeders. Incongruous. Cruel. Affirming. Full of third order consequences and beyond. I stand, inspired. @dogtrax

TODAY’S POSSIBLE HEADLINE:
Husband Murders Wife For Leaving Cell Phone At Home Causing Him to Miss NYC Birthday Flight

I discovered my forgotten phone at the airport as we were checking bags. I have 7 appearances in NY/NJ next week. When people buy books, they pay via Square.

I remembered BOTH Squares and forgot my very necessary phone.

MTM raced home, got my phone, made it back with five minutes to spare.

I’m still an idiot. He’s my hero.