Carol

@butdiscourse.bsky.social

Teacher of things. ATL-ish. Politics, history, cycling, and stuff that happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far way.

I do not have to hand anything to Georgia Republicans, but I do appreciate that Brian Kemp is currently playing Adult in the Room and has declared that he will not call a special session of the Georgia State Legislature to limit Bottoms' powers as governor, as some had suggested he could.

Hey, man: answering kids questions in class about THIS election was so much better than the last several. No one looked like they were about to cry, no one looked scared, and we didn't need to start with a breathing excersize.

FORGET EVERYTHING ELSE, I JUST WOKE UP AND CHECKED: MY LOCAL SCHOOLBOARD IS NOW MAJORITY DEM. Holy shit. This means we can get rid of our terrible, transphobic, Trump-supporter of a superintendent.

I need somewhere to put the evening's anxiety, so it's gonna be here. If you don't want to see me flipping out over politics or swearing profusely, I'd make sure to mute it so you don't have to see it. (Also: sorry to all non-US folks for the general timeline insanity.)

Honestly in shock. @nytimes.com terminated the contract of romance fiction columnist Olivia Waite because she reposted on Bluesky criticism I and @markjacob.bsky.social had of the paper’s lack of coverage of the new rape allegations against Donald Trump. Details and a statement from Olivia here:

The New York Times Terminates Contract with Romance Columnist Olivia Waite After Bluesky Repost - Smart Bitches, Trashy Books

Smart Bitches, Trashy Books

smartbitchestrashybooks.com

Look, man, I don't think Carlson's a reliable source of info. But I *do* think we have to taking the fucking nuclear car keys from dictator grandpa, okay? And that means we've got to get a fucking actual legislative branch into place that will DO THINGS, so: you live in the US? You're voting.

Today I was playing music in my classroom while the kids worked, and one of them asked if I was playing something from HAMILTON. Reader, I was playing Lauryn Hill's "Everything Is Everything."

Also FUCKING VOTE TOMORROW if you have not already done so, it's fucking important, I don't care what the polls say, don't fucking slow down and celebrate 10 yards before the finish line, sprint all the fucking way through the tape and then collapse in a fucking heap on the ground

Have moved on to episode 1, season 2 of ANDOR. And I cannot tell you how much I adore the flip-flop of Competent Spycraft to OH SHIT I CANNOT FLY THIS SHIP chaos in the first ten minutes. Just-- poetry.

Since apparently Star Wars is in The Discourse right now due to a trillionaire with a megaphone's media illiteracy, I'm gonna finish my rewatch of ANDOR season 1. Shh, Brasso's about to bash a stormtrooper in the head with a brick.

First trick-or-treater has arrived. A jaunty young fellow dressed as Michael Jackson. I admired the sparkly glove and his dance moves, and offered suitable candy in payment.