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Diary #806

I was concerned this would be a lean year for the toy drive, but my generous gentlemen are coming through as usual!  Yesterday I spent all I’ve received so far, and this is what it looked like after I got most of it into my trunk.  If you’re wondering why some of them look wet, it’s because it was raining cats and dogs all day yesterday; I would’ve waited for a clear day, but the next one predicted is the 21st, which is obviously too late.  Luckily, there’s now a Toys for Tots donation box at Tractor Supply, so I needn’t drive all the way to Olympia; this load was only in my trunk for long enough to drive to the other side of the strip mall to drop them off.  It’s not as much as in previous years; I’ve used a $20 per toy limit for ten years now, but I had to raise it to $30 this year, and I was shocked to see how much some things have gone up.  But y’all still have another week, so if you’d like to see the toys bought with your contributions next week, you know what to do!

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I feel the tallow’s bovine powers eliminating the vaccines from my blood!  –  Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. (sort of)

Since I’m not really a reggae fan, I wasn’t familiar with Jimmy Cliff, but I really dig this song.  The links above it were provided by Anarres Ansible, Nun Ya, The Onion, T. Greg Doucette, Jesse Walker, and IncarcerNation (x2), in that order.

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I find paywalls distasteful, and so many people find this blog valuable as a resource I just can’t bring myself to install one.  Furthermore, I find ad delivery services (whose content I have no say over) even more distasteful.  But as I’m now semi-retired from sex work, I can’t self-sponsor this blog by myself any longer.  So if you value my writing enough that you would pay to see it if it were paywalled, please consider subscribing; there are four different levels to fit all budgets.  Or if that doesn’t work for you, please consider showing your generosity with a one-time donation; you can Paypal to maggiemcneill@earthlink.net or else email me at the same address to make other arrangements.  Thanks so much!

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Meet Axel

I’ve been feeling as though I should get another dog, since Trip prefers to be outside most of the time.  So Jae’s been watching the Humane Society website, and we decided to bring this fella home on Saturday.  His name is Axel; he’s nine years old and has been with them for two years, so he’s pretty neurotic.  He shook a lot for the first 48 hours, and is so nervous they sent him home with tranquilizers that I’m supposed to wean him off of as he improves.  I think he will be a lot better within the next few months; his main triggers seem to be noise and rapid movement, which is why he’s had several failed adoptions (little kids in the home).  But Sunset is quiet, and there are not too many fast-moving things here; he likes Trip and doesn’t seem to care about Speck, and he was already calmer and quieter by the day after we brought him home.  By yesterday he was behaving mostly normally when I’m the only one around, though he’s still very excitable if anything out of the ordinary happens.  So I think that once he realizes he’s not going to have to go back to doggy prison, he’ll adjust to life here just as Louie and Hercules did, and will make a fine addition to the Sunset family.

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I don’t need to dig up those skeletons to be sure that they’re still there.
–  “Quarter Century

Natty uniforms and ugly racist rhetoric are window-dressing for fascism, not its defining characteristics.
–  “Soft Fascism

Americans are only concerned about how others have sex; they don’t really want to know where their overpriced coffee comes from.  –  “Where are the Protests? (#1394)

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Diary #805

As you can see, Hercules has adapted to life at Sunset; he has calmed down dramatically and learned the routine. When I go out to feed the chickens and collect the eggs a little after noon, he lines up at the fence with Cicero and Louie to get his treat, then joins them in eating a scoop of corn I throw over the fence. I still need to keep him apart from Jonathan for dinner, but the rest of the time they’re best buddies and when I look out first thing in the morning they’re usually grazing or browsing together in the paddock.  That’s all the Sunset animal news for today, but be sure to visit this coming Friday to meet our newest resident!

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Now, even those with nothing useful to say can tell the whole world exactly, or more often vaguely, what they think.  –  Lane Brown

As I mentioned last month, I was never much of a KISS fan.  However, the band did have a part in one special moment of my growing up: this song was the very first one I ever slow-danced to with a boy (at our 8th grade graduation party).  The links above it were provided by Angela Keaton (x3); Phoenix Calida and Dan Savage; C.J. Ciaramella; Ryan Cooper; and Mike Masnick, in that order.

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I find paywalls distasteful, and so many people find this blog valuable as a resource I just can’t bring myself to install one.  Furthermore, I find ad delivery services (whose content I have no say over) even more distasteful.  But as I’m now semi-retired from sex work, I can’t self-sponsor this blog by myself any longer.  So if you value my writing enough that you would pay to see it if it were paywalled, please consider subscribing; there are four different levels to fit all budgets.  Or if that doesn’t work for you, please consider showing your generosity with a one-time donation; you can Paypal to maggiemcneill@earthlink.net or else email me at the same address to make other arrangements.  Thanks so much!

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What Americans have done to the venerable word “liberal” is a crime in and of itself.
–  “Meet the Tweets

Why is it so many pictures on the internet are taken by people who apparently don’t comprehend why a photo framed as a vertical rectangle is called “portrait” style?  –  “Tweets for Long Nights

I don’t actually mean to collect stray animals, but it does seem to happen more frequently than random chance would account for.
–  “Diary #699

People who interact with [chatbots] think they’re interacting with an ancestor of Commander Data or C3PO, when in actuality they’re merely accessing a program that’s roughly as aware of their existence as the software that runs modern slot machines is, often with similar psychological results.  –  “Mad Libs

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Anyone who’s ever perused my Amazon wishlist has probably noticed that it features a lot more weird, nerdy things than the expensive “luxury” things most guys seem to like buying for sex workers.  That was true even long before I retired, and it’s even more so nowadays.  The reason, as I’ve explained before, is that I put things I actually want on my list, and my tastes run to the odd and nerdy.  In the last couple of weeks, several of my generous readers have sent CDs and DVDs from the list, and several of the DVDs were of old movie serials.  I’m quite pleased about that because, as some of you have noticed, I’ve increasingly turned my back on the modern world this year.  Now, a large fraction of my TV and movie viewing has always consisted of things that aren’t current at the time I view them, and I rarely read any fiction written after I was born (and almost never after I graduated from high school).  But since early summer that’s even more true than usual, and probably half of my current entertainment was created between 1920 and 1960.  Part of the reason is practical; the new adventure fiction series I’m working on takes place in the 1920s and ’30s, so immersing myself in period fiction helps with mood and color.  But the rest of it is purely emotional; this blog and its attendant social media focus mostly on current events, and I needn’t explain how absolutely awful those events have become.  Simply put, by the time I’m done with blog writing every day, I am so sick of 21st century political atrocities and media enshittification that I cannot handle one more minute of it.  So to those of you who have indulged me with these gifts, please accept my heartfelt gratitude not merely for the kindness of a gift, but also for helping me find temporary solace from a world which feels increasingly hostile to me.

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Premium users can also converse with Satan.  –  Chrissy Callahan

When I opened YouTube in search of something last week, this was at the top of the page.  Naturally I could not resist.  The links above it were provided by Jesse Walker, Ryan Marino (x2), Mike Masnick, The Onion (x2), and IncarcerNation, in that order.

From the Archives

I find paywalls distasteful, and so many people find this blog valuable as a resource I just can’t bring myself to install one.  Furthermore, I find ad delivery services (whose content I have no say over) even more distasteful.  But as I’m now semi-retired from sex work, I can’t self-sponsor this blog by myself any longer.  So if you value my writing enough that you would pay to see it if it were paywalled, please consider subscribing; there are four different levels to fit all budgets.  Or if that doesn’t work for you, please consider showing your generosity with a one-time donation; you can Paypal to maggiemcneill@earthlink.net or else email me at the same address to make other arrangements.  Thanks so much!

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Diary #803

It didn’t take long for Jonathan to get used to having Hercules around, but as of last week they seem to have become friends.  At the end of each day, I give them each a scoop of oats & feed, but because Jonathan takes his time eating while goats bolt their food, Hercules is always done first and will immediately try to push Jonathan out of the way to get the rest of his.  So what I’ve been doing is to feed Hercules inside the chicken coop and Jonathan in the stable, so that Hercules can’t bother Jonathan while he’s eating.  It only takes about 10 minutes, so I just go about my business and return to let Hercules out once Jonathan emerges from the stable.  And for the past week, I’ve found him waiting patiently outside the gate every single day for his rude friend.  From Hercules’ direction, he seems to prefer grazing or browsing within sight of Jonathan for most of the day.  So though I can’t yet tell if Hercules’ presence will control the ground cover, at least Jonathan has another creature whose habits are more like his than the pigs’ are.

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