Matthew @yeahno@mspsocial.net

I will be a Minneapolitan again on Sat., Dec. 29 at noon.

*twirls*

"Ayn Rand: Rationalizing the Fundamental Attribution Error by Calling It Philosophy"

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fundamental_attribution_error

I mean, for all the fealty to deregulation and what-have-you, I've never once met (or otherwise heard from/about) a libertarian/tech bro/rancher who assumed their own failures were to blame on *anything* other than outside interference even while they deny the possibility that outside interference carries *any* significant blame for anyone else's woes.

It's still amazing to me how many people—generally the usual suspects in cases such as this—define liberty/freedom with a massive overestimation of personal competency. And I don't think that's talked about enough.

Ben had to take Nocturne to the vet today and apparently Nocturne *really* didn’t want to go because he took a swipe at Ben and now my husband looks like he has gills.

If you wanna listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCiXGwhDvRA

Sometimes a fragment of a song gets stuck in my head for weeks at a time. This is quite often followed by a minor, usually calming epiphany.

The latest example: "Je garde ma colère / pour de meilleurs batailles. / Le vent qui te travaille / me gâche."

Which is: I'm keeping my anger / for better battles / The wind that works for you / ruins me.

Time for the humidifier. The cats are sparking.

I came into work and now I'm all, like, "My cats aren't here. This is bullshit." So I'm going home now.

(Also, I'm still pretty sick with this cold-flu thingy.)

Sometimes I arrange things specifically so Warren feels like he's getting away with something naughty. It's fun for both of us.

I looked up in time to see Warren retreating quickly into the bedroom. He was carrying an envelope of cat treats in his mouth—label out, like a good spokeskitten. He was moving swiftly with his tail (or nub, rather) happily straight up and his body language was all, like, "Oh boy oh boy oh boy..." IT WAS ADORABLE.

I still took the treats away from him, though.

Hi, friends.

Maybe I have a low tolerance for… this.

I think I have a new rule that I can only cry at work four times a year and I just hit number five, so I guess résumés are going out tonight.

I'm calling this mood "frustrated affection."

Anyhow, let me know if you think my cat needs professional help from a therapist or clergy.

Warren is doing that thing again where if I don't pay attention to him and he's on my lap, he pulls my head down by putting his paw on top of my head—and then bites my scalp... except not really biting, just dragging his teeth across my skin.

It's deeply weird.

Cursing people with a Republican legislature is a very modern kind of hexing.

"i hope a republican legislature ruins your fucking life" —me, to people i work with

i work in a toxic hell pit

that's all

Being from a large family doesn’t mean you’re from a close family is what I’m saying. People conflate the two all the time.