Not a lot going on this week, but I’ll be busy at work and busy editing Greyblade, and after my long weekend of shrill activism I’m pretty much done with politics for the time being – identity or otherwise.
 Yes, BRKN’s editorial comments have already come in, but the rest of my excellent editorial team shouldn’t feel bad – I’ve given them until the end of the year and there’s absolutely no shame in being beaten by ol’ Bottomless Pete the Destroyer of Books.
Had a couple of little parties over the weekend which were fun. Hung out with Wump and Toop and Wally for a stretch, and Wump and Mrs. Hatboy hit the traditional Raskasta Joulua heavy metal concert on Saturday night.
Not a lot else to report. I’m frustrated and angry at stupid people pretending they’re smart and smart people pretending they’re stupid, and both of them buying into the narrative that intelligence is bad. Fuck you, get out of my species.
And if you can, spare a kind thought for my grandma-in-law who was moved into palliative care over the weekend, and for my father-in-law who is in getting a cancerous kidney removed. It’s a pretty rough time but [insert dumb platitude here].
Meh, this is boring. Maybe I should write something else.
– Posted from my Huawei mobile phone while picking Wump up early after a vomiting attack, when it rains it pours (vomit, apparently).