How is this child managing to make me, I mean ME even THINK about banning art supplies in the home, that's a hell of an accomplishment.

Okay the phrase, "there's a type of crayon that it's okay if you eat it" is a lot more scary than I thought it would be, especially coming from the six year old's mouth.

It's okay though. The three people who got me out of that were also Christian. I just, you know, life makes the random thoughts.

Now I just need to go lie down while my mind tries to pair this with the reality of Christians wanting to set me on fire in '96.

Maybe perhaps the oddest thing I've learned about how to be a good pagan is how much the nuns taught me in my childhood about how to be an activist like a lady. Yes. You heard me. Graceful ladies who spoke truth. Nuns took me to my first protest against capitalistic oil interests back during the start of the Gulf War. I wish we were all taught how to revere kind people as battle ready warriors.

Lol, loving the latest Wikipedia fundraising campaign.
"Being a nonprofit means there is no danger that someone will buy Wikipedia and turn it into their personal playground." Reading the room, '"A+".

I just walked to the corner store in 1°F to get water because ours has been out all day, now I get to spend the evening over dramatizing the event and discussing the sacrifices I make and how saintly I am. Hoping to make the teen's eyes roll so far back she falls over.

Okay, I think I'm figuring out the post Twitter vibe. Here is where I go to keep informed about the world and try to connect with people, Mastodon is where I go to flail about endlessly trying to get the hang of it, or maybe just follow funny people, and Tumblr is where I go to get many bot followers.

"But what if I put the drawing over a microscope image," and no eeew, that looked awful, but then I thought, "what if I used only the lines and repainted", and I have to show this brief moment of visual happiness with "the possibilities" for the next video project before I overwork it and mess it all up, and it dies in my folders. Something about the 70s era textbook quality to the amateurish microscope photography, and the early print limitations to the color work hits me in the childhood.

Omgs the word "fantabulous" is in the song Moondance WAAAAIT that makes it so much better!!!