Just magnificent. A real dream come true. 10/10

"You can't just call someones' juju 'average'!"

-my nephew

In my mind palace i envision my adhd as skittermanders

My fellow entities. The absurdity that is my life has taken a further twist. Now, I got married to a male personage a few years back with the intention of exchanging my last name for his and streamlining my middle name. The best laid plans these were not and so! Here we are in 2024 and I had yet to make the change. On top of that I completely let my govt mandated identification card lapse because like whatever man. Only now real adult things are going on so like I need to prove that I'm an approved adult person. So we go to the dmv, I get a shiny new people badge in the mail after 8-15 business days, we hop on over to the socialism office for a new name and

(record scratch)

Come to find out.... when my birth mom went to prison for pretending to be other ppl, my dad won a custody battle he didn't really want to win, and he changed my name (I knew all that).... but that wasn't all that got changed.

For the past 30 years I was registered as a Male and I had no idea. It never flagged when I got my license, marriage certificate, or any identity verification.

I'm officially back to being female but I've got questions now. Did that mean my dad really did have the son he always wanted? How high was he when filled out the papers? Btw his name was also misspelled. Did I have a gay wedding? How did this not ping in a single system? And finally, I'd like to think this really put the cherry on top of my gender fluid nature.

Why are white people like this ?

Speaking for myself,

Equal parts trauma and cheese.

Take me from the valley

Drop me on a mountain top

Leave me on the open plains 

Surround me with the wind

Let the storms pour down

Washing my heart of stains

Flat grey skies boxing me in

Can't feel the air so far above

Fog wraps my wings like chains

Now imagine: your crew crashes on a planet and everything is fine, it's just going to be awhile before you can get picked up/ get the spare parts dropped off and after about a week, your human has a contraption set up made from trash that they keep banging on. By the time you get off the planet they can bash out pretty fair covers of everyone's favorite homeworld songs

bosohurricane

This is not the first time a door knob has simply come off in my hand. I doubt it will be the last.

If following a pattern means I'm a good crafter, then following a recipe means I'm a good cook right?

Photo dump from my newest hobby, candy making. Gummies, "honeycomb", and lollipops.

Ramble Warning

It started with a trip down an aisle at a store and the bright idea of saving money by making my own lollies. 4 months ago when I quit smoking, I fed the oral fixation part with dumdum suckers. The first month I went through 2 party size bags. Now I have a couple suckers a day, more if I'm stressed. But I saw the lolli molds and the candy mix and the flavors all right there and my brain latched onto it.

Supportive Husband did what Supportive Husband does and loaded up on supplies while extracting an agreement to make him watermelon hard candies. Now if I'm going to learn how to do something I'm going to LEARN. So off I went to the tickytock, youtubes, and general googleness to learn alllll about hard candy.

One convenient website offered the how and why of the science of it all in easy to understand lessons, including but not limited to: hard candy, pulled candy, caramel, fudge, honeycomb, brittle, and gummies. Further experiments and two more trips to stores and I can now open a small candy company.

So anyway add candy making to my collection of hobbies : baking, scrapbook, crochet, knitting, embroidery, cross-stitch, sewing, quilting, cosplay, jewelry, drawing, painting, writing, calligraphy, miniature dioramas, decoupage, macrame, beading, tinkering, origami, sculpting, I tried needle felting but I didn't stick with it, and I don't really know what to call the craft of making pompom critters.

you'll never be punk yr clothes are from shein and yr makeup is from tiktok

They strangled their hat when the potion turned green. Not a healthy green of new growth. No, it was a shade that some would call lime and strongly resembled the hue of a sick dragon. "Blasted dirt-munching sonuva mop bucket!"

Their familiar entered the room to investigate the verbal expulsion. It padded up to the cauldron and peered in. The large luminous eyes turned to them as it asked, "What is it?"

"It's supposed to be a healthy potion but that's more like an unhealthy potion." they grumbled. The familiar blinked, "I believe you call that poison."

Art by Coline Cadilhac

Meal prepped 14 of these little dudes on Saturday and crossed my fingers hoping that me and the Teen eat them before Wednesday when they would no longer be viable. 4 never even made it into the fridge. Then an unexpected contender stepped into the snacking ring in the form of Husband. It's now Monday morning and there are 3 left. Tomorrow I guess I'll be making a double batch and making them bigger. Which is fine really, because I wanted to update the filling recipe. I used ground pork, bok choy, oyster sauce, and hoisen. Next time I'll add garlic, sweet basil, and some parsnip for a light carrotty flavor.