dudes really love to put on David Bowie’s “Let’s Dance” really loud even though they, themselves, “don’t dance.”

the three and a half year old just drew this portrait of mommy all by himself when we weren’t paying attention, then erased her hair and added me (center) and himself (right); amazing likenesses

… [veins-popping-out on my posting hands and my forehead as I try to resist posting, gritting my teeth and making a weird noise like a boiling kettle] which is just a poor, unserious, unresolvable substitute for class war in the first place

after the rev, if the state communists try to build socialism with the free/mandated state education and insanely bureaucratic job placement thing again, we will finally be temporarily free of of the infosec accreditation debate…

another day that ends in y, time to universalize myself, pathologize everyone else, and post, post, post