The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon—now with climate crisis, rising fascism, increasing disability, eventual poverty, and inevitable death.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
This season of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds has been hit or miss if you go by Bluesky, where I’ve mostly been enjoying it more than the general consensus, although I do think there have been maybe one too many episodes evoking, or invoking, something from The Original Series. What I want to address here, though, is “Four-and-a-Half Vulcans”, which the Bluesky consensus seemed to hold as facially transphobic.
Over the past five years, at various points this blog has had some form of “on this day” feature, displaying blog posts from whatever the current calendar day happens to be but in prior years, if any posts happened to have been posted on that day.
It’s not often that I followup on an immediately-preceding post with an entirely new one rather than just tacking it onto the original as an addendum, but I felt this was worth bringing somewhat front and center, continuing yesterday’s subject of blogging and romanticism.
Having suddenly found myself blogging fast and furiously again in August after two months of nothing, I somehow ran into a reference or two to Blaugust (a “festival of blogging”), which I assume I’d heard of before but in which I don’t think I’ve ever participated. It seems to come out of a specific slice of the blogosphere, or just an alien-to-me particular blogosphere of its own, which would certainly explain it.
Yesterday on Bluesky, some rando appeared in someone’s replies to say these words: “If your trans daughter gets into fight with my organic daughter please believe I’m intervening just like it was a real boy attacking my daughter”.