Xennial nerd, genderqueer lesbian, foster cat parent, anticapitalist, neurodivergent, exhausted 24/7. Former geek culture columnist, former editor for a gay romance publisher, currently able to pay my bills and kind of hating it. In Culpeper, but not FROM Culpeper. Admin on retro.pizza.
This need to comment on things that perhaps seem to the Basic mind like a call for attention but are actually just me trying to live my damn life once led to me having to explain to some old white man that "necromancy" did not mean having sex with the dead.
But it has occurred to me that many Very Basic people... *enjoy* attention? That sometimes they do things *for* attention? So when they feel a need to make some inane comment about, say, my unusual coffee process in the break room, they... think this is a kindness? That I am doing this thing because I *want attention* and not because K-cup coffee is unbearable swill? When in truth I want nothing more than to be unobserved?
My sister and her family down in Roanoke got stuck at home babysitting the pipes after their power went out, so I had a small dinner with my parents yesterday and now I'm at work 'cause the government never sleeps. I'll be able to give the nephews some shiny new toy robots next weekend. #WinterStormDMV#Christmas2022