ponce city marxist

@butterfinger.bsky.social

a beer-drinking penguin

Today at the EAV farmers market, my wife politely declined a pickle sample and the vendor muttered that she was rude, that she “shouldn’t fucking be here” and that we were letting dogs jump all over our toddler son (?).

Today at the EAV farmers market, my wife politely declined a pickle sample and the vendor muttered that she was rude, that she “shouldn’t fucking be here” and that we were letting dogs jump all over our toddler son (?).

My current freelance gig is a very last-minute, high-stakes production thing that I'm writing a script for. It involves me working every night from about 8-10pm after a full day with the toddler, reconciling edits and solving lots of little puzzles. I don't quite hate it?