I know last week when the ball fell off the end of my septum jewelry I said I was going to call my piercer, but I didn’t. And today it fell off again and I almost lost it. So I really am calling her for real tomorrow. I’m hoping she’ll be willing to put in my press-fit jewelry instead so I don’t have to worry about it unscrewing anymore.

I have a tattoo that I'm planning to remove, and just stumbled across people discussing how painful tattoo removal is. One person said it was the most painful thing they've ever experienced except maybe a kidney stone, and another said they've literally been shot and the tattoo removal was worse. So that's great to know 😅

Cosmo says hello. We’re watching the War of the Worlds 2019 miniseries tonight. #dogsofcoso

Every now and then I’m struck by how insane fast food prices are now: they’ve literally doubled in less than ten years. And yet the buying power of the people buying them has not. Nor has the hourly pay of the people making them.

Trapped in a meeting with someone smacking their gum and I might go to jail today. #misophonia

There are three ways to solve any potential sizing issues with knitting:
1. Keep going and pray,
2. Stop, wet block what you have so far, and see if it will turn out the right size before you knit any further, or
3. Frog some or all of the piece (undoing days or weeks of work) and start over with a bigger needle.
I’m impatient so I usually go with option 1.

I got in the elevator with my hair tied back, wearing big earbuds that light up bright purple, and someone still started making small talk and then looked surprised when I removed an earbud and said “huh?” It’s totally ok to stand in silence when you are in an enclosed space with a stranger for 30 seconds. In fact, many of us prefer it.

I may have found both an exercise bike and a living room chair for about $150 today 😎 interesting how buying stuff new makes me feel guilty and anxious but finding stuff secondhand makes me feel accomplished.

The grumpy kitty went to the vet yesterday for her annual. Today we took the bonded pair for theirs and they were SO unhappy. #catsofcoso

I would love to get past the phase of septum healing where any interaction with the jewelry causes my nose to start running. (I know I'm not supposed to touch it. But I have to in order to flip it up and down and it's not painful to do it anymore.)

How can a restaurant have “homemade” sauce? Isn’t it by definition not homemade if a restaurant is making it? Do words still even mean anything?

Today I learned that you can browse Rotten Tomatoes by streaming service and genre, and this is going to save me soooo much time looking for decent horror movies. I can’t believe it never occurred to me before.

I’m not a big fan of Fiona Apple, but I do love this line from “Paper Bag”:

He said, “It’s all in your head,”
and I said, “So’s everything,”
but he didn’t get it.

... because a key component of the stupid decisions that lead the couple to ruin is that the boyfriend or husband suffers from toxic masculinity (picking fights over trivial slights), overconfidence in their survival skills (not bringing a map or necessary survival gear when camping), or overconfidence in their decision-making (insisting on going somewhere most sane people would not choose to go), or some combination of the above.

There's a whole subgenre (which I usually enjoy) of horror movies about hetero couples where the boyfriend/husband makes stupid decisions which get them lost in the wilderness, piss off a ghost/demon, or piss off psychotic locals who then terrorize them, after which only the girlfriend/wife survives the ordeal, or they both die. Examples: Eden Lake, In Fear, Backcountry. I'm sure I'll think of more soon. They feel like a pointed commentary on the psychological consequences of patriarchy, because

Cleaning my septum tonight and somehow despite the jewelry having been safely flipped up in my nose for two days, I pulled the q-tip out and the ball from the end of the barbell fell out too. I’m guessing the q-tip was spinning it somehow? Anyway, 10 minutes, a toothpick, and a piece of duct tape later, I’ve earned my Girl Scout badge and it’s back in place but probably not too securely. Guess I’m calling my piercer tomorrow.

What I DON’T buy is the concept of paying tips for someone who interacted with you in a business transaction who did not perform any service that typically involves a tip: handing the customer a takeout order, being a cashier, or fulfilling an online order. In both cases, the employer is a shithead trying to get out of having to pay a fair wage, but in one case it’s an accepted norm we need to abide until it’s legislated out; in the other it isn’t yet but it will become one if people accept it.