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I am the Indiana Jones of software archeology. Or so it seems sometimes. Snakes. Why does it have to be snakes?
Queef lunch. Mellow. More action to come.
My slack-ass Norwescon costume is proceeding apace. I shall be ready.
I'm haphazardly studying French.
I'm adjusting surprisingly well to the time change. Maybe my erstwhile late winter insomnia anticipates it.
Oh! Oh oh oh! I got my mother to write a letter to her state legislator in Florida about the show-your-papers-to-pee bill in that state. I'm sorry to say that I had to explain to her that this is legislative trans-bashing of the most odious and specious kind, but she seems to have accepted my explanation. I'm lovin' the passable trans people of both binary flavors all over North America who are protesting by taking selfies in inappropriate bathrooms.
I guess this post ended up less fluffy than I thought it would be. Bed. Now.
Queef lunch. Mellow. More action to come.
My slack-ass Norwescon costume is proceeding apace. I shall be ready.
I'm haphazardly studying French.
I'm adjusting surprisingly well to the time change. Maybe my erstwhile late winter insomnia anticipates it.
Oh! Oh oh oh! I got my mother to write a letter to her state legislator in Florida about the show-your-papers-to-pee bill in that state. I'm sorry to say that I had to explain to her that this is legislative trans-bashing of the most odious and specious kind, but she seems to have accepted my explanation. I'm lovin' the passable trans people of both binary flavors all over North America who are protesting by taking selfies in inappropriate bathrooms.
I guess this post ended up less fluffy than I thought it would be. Bed. Now.
