Just read the results of this year's "let the kids name the snow plows" competition, and there are some fun puns (Snowba Fett is nice). But really, I'd like to salute the kid that submitted "Katy". I will be keeping an eye out for Katy the snow plow this winter.

This is so lovely. I want to live in this world.

Found myself wishing that I could just pay someone a small fee to summarize and explain each day's Discourse to me, so I don't have to spend the day following it myself. Y'all... did I just invent journalism?

Al I want from futuristic technology: a pillow that fully adjusts its thickness when I roll from my side to my back in the middle of the night.

Haven't been on Here much lately, but when I logged in this morning, I discovered multiple friends that have had great professional news. Delighted to say that celebrating them is motivating me. I had anxiety-driven-insomnia last night, but now I'm getting back to work.

I've reached the "no matter what happens, this will all be over soon" stage of revisions. Maybe not the best state of mind when the task is essentially to coax better writing out of myself.

We’re asking readers to not engage in any The New York Times platforms tomorrow and stand with us on the digital picket line! Read local news. Listen to public radio. Make something from a cookbook. Break your Wordle streak.

It's not that I'm not motivated to work today. It's just that there's a huge invisible wall between me and the starting point.

Been steadily pushing through this revision since November 1st. I just opened the final scene, and heard the dreaded record scratch. Apparently, I never made a plan for this scene. (?) The old one is useless as a guideline (!) and I'll be spending the day brainstorming. (!!!)

I'm definitely the kind of self-editor that needs a deadline, or I'll just keep fidgeting forever. In light of that, I need some sort of "good enough" celebration for the moment I release something. Because it doesn't exactly feel jubilant, knowing I could have fixed more...

Okay, that's it. I have "finished" my revision, and now I have the brainspace to set up my alternatives to this platform, in case the mid-life-crisis billionaire goes off the rails (again). Who's winning the competition? M@stadon? P0st? Where are y'all going?

I want to talk for a moment about bigotry, books, redemption and the meaning of Christmas (1 / 10):

in the coming year we’re doing away with the concept of “cringe.” we’re being our weirdest selves, we’re embracing our nichest obsessions, we’re recovering the passion society tried to shame out of us. ignore the haters. become the exuberant nerd you were born to be.

Happy New Year, loves! Hope 2023 brings just the right amount of challenge, just the right amount of change, and a whole bunch of joy.

Just in time for the coldest months, I got a wonderful present in the mail! (Thanks, welp, Esq!)

The whole thread is worth a read. And if you read it yesterday - scroll down to what she added this morning, to really emphasize that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

This is really the most complex combination of fear and schadenfreude I've ever felt.

Not sure if THIS PLACE is still banning the discussion of the OTHER places, but I'm now searchable under this same name at the extinct animal site. Are you there?

An open letter to Johnson & Johnson. Stop pursuing the secondary patent of bedaquiline. YOU KNOW that millions of people will be unable to access lifesaving treatment for multidrug-resistant tuberculosis if you extend the patent. YOU KNOW it violates your credo. youtube.com/watch?v=tMhgw5…

I'm not really here much any more. Sticking my head up where the sky is blue. (same name)