I have a vague feeling I’m at risk of becoming the first victim in the X-Files episode “Clyde Bruckman’s Final Repose”:

Why did this woman collect dolls? What whas it about her life? Was it one specific moment where she suddenly said: “I know: dolls”?

Reading misuthewitch’s thesis for my Artist Date today.

[Image Description: A tablet in a purple case displays a paper titled, “Make-Up!: The Mythic Narrative and Transformation as a Mechanism for Personal and Spiritual Growth in Magical Girl (Maho Shojo) Anime.”] 📺

I’m RSVPing yes to IndieWebCamp Personal Libraries Pop Up Session.

Excited to chat about how we track and share book stuff! 📚

🔖 Read The Only Work Ethic I Care About is the One on Star Trek

Yes! When a 20th c guy ends up on the Enterprise and is all “What am I supposed to do if I don’t need to make money?” Picard is basically like, “Grow.” ❤️ 🖖‍‍

More than a little psyched about Emily Vardell & Sarah Beth Nelson’s paper Teaching Reference Interview Skills with Improv.

Okay, world. I’m going to try turning it off and then turning it on again, “it” being this day.

In the spirit of cosmic effery that embracing radical uncertainty requires, I turned my ankle this morning. Probably a super mild sprain, given the mild swelling and bruising. (I have ice, stabilizers, and a cane. And therabands.)

Sent my mom the Six of Crows duology for her Kindle. Pretty pleased with myself. 📚

Tag yourself. I’m Arcade Fire Dad (sub in improv troupe for band). https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/what-your-favorite-sad-dad-band-says-about-you

I’m back to cross-posting from my site automatically to Twitter. Everywhere else I’m going to stick with manusl cross-posting.