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“It’s a good evening to experiment,” we said.

F said the resulting roasted Peep (left over from her Easter basket from months ago) looked like “it has yellow fever.” But she ate it and decided it met more than enough of her sugar quota for her to forgo a s’more.

It’s autumn in the Midwest.

I’m in my late 50s. I do not appreciate stress acne at this point in my life.

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I first heard the “Stop Making Sense” soundtrack at my first Daily Titan party in the mid-1980s, and saw the movie at a Greenwich Village midnight showing three times in 1986.

Back then, I had no idea that C and I would take our daughter to see the remastered “Greatest Concert Film Ever” (Spike Lee’s words, not mine, though I would concur) almost 40 years later.

F, who is not generally one for live-action movies, agreed to go after we noted that he had identified as autistic and that he has talked about how that has informed his art. I’m pleased to report that she was more enthused about the movie than I had anticipated.

This may be the high point of my parenting career.

Not proud of myself to resorting to whisper-shouting “Pipe down!” to some of my CCD kids during Mass this morning. Time to chuck the textbook next Sunday in favor of covering basic church etiquette. 😬

“Don’t be more serious than God. God invented dog farts. God designed your body’s plumbing system. God designed an ostrich. If He didn’t do it, He permitted a drunken angel to do it. Empirical facts can add significantly to the meaning of ‘being godlike’." (Peter Kreeft [via Tsh Oxenreider])

Social media sites where I hang out these days (in order of time spent and preference):

1. Threads
2. Instagram (lurking only)
3. Micro.blog (mostly blogging with occasional posts shared with the community)
4. Mastodon (mostly lurking)
5. Facebook (mostly lurking)
6. LinkedIn (mostly lurking)
7. X/Twitter/Elon Musk’s hellhole (lurking only)

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I don’t really post on Instagram much anymore. And I’m not really a fan of “influencers” — unless they’re therapists, brain health experts, career counselors, or #actuallyautistic content producers sharing their perspectives on social media.

I’ve become an avid collector of the IG posts these folks create. Since I’ve yet to be able to book therapy for myself, the encouragement and insight I cull from these — and the kindness of friends — is the next best thing.

So, I’m using part of this space as a commonplace site for the memes I’ve found particularly helpful, or at least thought-provoking. If you find them useful, great, but I’m not necessarily throwing them here for your benefit. I like the idea of having these in one spot where I’ll find them (rather than an app I’ll forget, like Notion, or crowding my phone or “saved” sections of IG). I’ll make sure these memes have the originator or creator’s name on them (and if they’re not on them, I’ll add credit to the post).

You can find these in the Meme Therapy category page.

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How does one deal with raging impostor syndrome? I’ve got it on two fronts, and it’s seriously kicking my ass.

Book and strategy recommendations — and memes — welcome.

The past several weeks of what felt like nonstop work finally caught up with me. Took the afternoon off after catching whatever fluish-but-not-COVID bug kept F home from school.

This is in addition to the weeks of headaches, pain in my left eye and right wrist, 4 hours of sleep a night, abdominal cramps I thought were gone months ago, and a terrible case of imposter syndrome.

A few hours of a refreshing coma should do the trick. Maybe.

Trying to figure out why someone on social media thinks they’re qualified to give life advice just because they have incredible abs in their profile pic.

What I’m doing while listening to this afternoon’s Padres win in bed when I should be catching up on much-needed sleep.

“Was not expecting to see the headline ‘ham everywhere’ today,” the husband texted.

I’ve missed this bag. I’ve also missed summer trips to Maine.

“… the residents and employees of Rosalita’s are women from New Jersey named Wendy, Mary, Sherry, Sandy, Kitty, Candy, or, of course, Rosalita, who is our founder and CEO.”

Bruce Springsteen turns 74 years old today.

This week’s goal: Go to bed before 1 a.m. It’s 1:40 now. Someday I will be caught up with my workday at a reasonable hour, but it’ll take a few days.

(It’s not making too much of a dent in my family time; I still step away around 6-ish for dinner and TV or gaming with the husband and kid. I just end up coming back to the home office around 10:30 p.m. to wrap stuff up. It’s not perfect, but I’m glad I can preserve that time.)

I appreciate the occasional reminder from the universe that some people I longed for over the years were always a terrible idea for me.

CCD student quote of the day from this first day of our Year 1 First Communion class: “What’s Mass?” 😐

Sigh.

I ate leftover Popeye’s mac and cheese on homemade nachos for lunch because it continues to be an excruciating work week and I can’t think straight.

It was oddly tasty, but I’m deeply regretting it now.

You know it’s a rough week at work when your biggest triumph is getting to go pee and then lie down.