OK, the legends were true: Brooklyn does not fuck around with its farmers markets. Wow.

Hopefully I've finally got all the paperwork right and my name/gender change is gonna start percolating through the courts...

Kurt Cobain was one of us, and any attempt to argue to the contrary is gonna fail. Just listen to her music and tell me I'm wrong.

Oh goddamnit, it looks like no pharmacy anywhere in NYC has estrogen patches in stock, or at least I can't find any. Fuck.

Starting to process my way through the poorly sorted pile of clothes that previously lived in drawers or, well, piles pre-move. They weren’t well organized in the first place, so this is gonna be a lot of work.

This one trick makes my new apartment not feel so much like a hotel room. Now I have another fifteen prints to hang...

I came out of the haze of my primarily move induced breakdown this afternoon to email my sister again, playing up the legitimate angle that I want to be part of her and her family’s life. It was heartfelt and real, but I accidentally sent it from the explicitly Beth account. Oops.

Right now, I feel like Luthen Rael, knowing I will inevitably die before I see the future I'm trying to build through rage and dark tactics, but rather than that being the end of the Empire for me, it's the end of the infinite moving boxes surrounding me in my new apartment. Augh.

Good news! The movers are done! I live in Brooklyn now! Bad news OH MY GOD SO MANY BOXES.

(eliza)Beth!@beth.banana.management · last wk.

On the upside, cat transport yesterday went well - sympathetic and friendly driver, got Audrey into her temporary hotel/large bathroom, set up her cat hut that looks like a cat right in front of the carrier and poof she went right in.

A couple weeks ago, on our way home from the Liz Phair/Sleater Kinney concert, we saw Sliwa just hanging out on a subway platform, chatting with people and doing selfies. Dude just looked _happy_.

Micah@rincewind.run · last wk.

wonderful reminder of the funniest dynamic of the mayoral race, where sliwa clearly liked mamdani and was delighted to see him humiliate cuomo also, more politicians should do this! get your flu shots!

I really need to put some work into my intended playlist: "St. Vincent is PJ Harvey's secret child. We will not be answering questions."

"Oh, that one song from Kasabian! Haven't heard that in a while..." (remembers that the most transphobic nominal friend I had in the before times loved that song) "...next."

I've been offered a date for FFS, in a month and a half, and I am anxious as hell about whether I'm ready, if it's the right time, etc. So I'm having a call with my dad tonight to talk it through and no, this is not insane, I swear. At the very least, he's who I'd like to help me in early recovery.

This thread has convinced me that there are exactly two types of people with Richard Stallman-style emacs user beards: toxic nerds and, well, repressed trans women introduced to emacs at a young age. Hi, I was in that category. =)

evacide@evacide.bsky.social · 2w ago

Now this is the beard of a man with an extremely elaborate emacs config file.

There are very few people I follow on here that I make a specific effort to check their full timeline when I see them pop up in the feed, just to make sure I don’t miss anything. @maysuser.name is one of them.

The move starts in earnest today! Heading over to my new place shortly, with two suitcases, a camping chair, a bunch of packages waiting there for me, and a Verizon appointment between 10:30 and 12:30. I’m a bit annoyed that my curtains aren’t arriving til Monday, but I’ll make do.

If I’m gonna be stuck being too anxious to eat sufficiently on a consistent basis for a few weeks thanks to anxiety, I should at least lose some of this damned belly fat in the process, right? Doesn’t that seem like how the world should work?

Dangit, wasn’t in the right place to start Pluribus. I need something cozy to watch…

Well, if my upstairs neighbors were ever going to get annoyingly loud, I guess I can tolerate it happening more when it’s my last weekend in this unit.

Getting the move logistics in a really good place with until Saturday to finish off the last bits did a great job on my "move itself" anxiety, but regrettably, that gave space for my "oh no I'll have moved what if it's awful" anxiety.

It’s kind of amazing that the rationalist/AI “safety” crowd has managed to do a worse Bay Area cult than the traditional cult of the founder.

I’m not gonna say I’m 100% done prepping/packing for my move on Saturday, but I feel like I’m over 80% done in terms of time and stress at least? And about as far along as I can be while still living here for another five+ days. Huh.

The rationalist doom/sex/cnc cult stories are making me even happier to have left the Bay Area 9 years ago and be safely ensconced at a New York-based tech company founded by a couple rather normie-appearing French late Gen Xers.

I remember someone telling me about the Harry Potter "rationalist" fan fic like 18 years ago, and having the immediate reaction of "why the hell would I want to read that?" on multiple levels.

Even in the Upper East Side (for one more week!), the blatantly obvious Republican candidate tries to hide her party with a bit about the "independent line".

Wrapping up today's move prep - decent progress has been made! Lots of bags of recycling, trash, and clothes to go to Goodwill! Some preemptive packing and sorting! All told, I feel extremely confident that even if I did basically nothing in the next six days, the move would go alright.

Earlier this week, I woke up at 1am from an elaborate dream in which I found myself in Some European Capital and remembered I could take the train from there to an...island? Hill town? Unclear exactly...that I'd visited a couple times before, once on my own, once with my mom.

I have prepared for the possibility of losing internet over the weekend by downloading Pluribus to finally watch it during breaks from move prep.

The moment when I realized my female friends are frequently complimenting this one specific ribbed top specifically because its ribbing makes my boobs look particularly good.

Wait, why did I think it was a good idea to email my sister to try to see if she's willing to engage with the reality of who I am, now of all times, while I'm ten days out from moving and therefore am in a constant low grade panic attack? Geez, Beth, put some more on your plate, why not.