Tiny Octopus

@tiny-octopus.bsky.social

Unabashed leftist of the democratic socialist variety. He/him. Owned by two cats, one Frank, and two daughters. Doing what I can to help these dark times become light times once more. Also, daily Senryu from my ornj cat. @FrankTheKitten.bsky.social

Am I hopeful that Republicans will do the right thing surrounding the ACA tax credits and Medicaid cuts? Yes, in the same way that I hope that the end users for my app are not total idiots. There's a slim chance, but I had better prepare for the opposite.

So, what these 8 moderate Democrats (and Schumer, et al) are saying is that the last 40 days were for nothing? We're already going to primary Fetterman. I hope those in New Hampshire find their fortitude to change their senators as well.

I wish I had a girlfriend because I just want someone to tell me good job for not giving in to my love of lemon desserts and getting the lemon pie cookie from Crumbl. I mean...there are other reasons, but that one is pretty high on the list right now.

As a Democratic Socialist, Mamdani's overwhelming victory is worth celebrating, and can be repeated across the country if those old guard geriatric corporate puppets that are mainline Democrats can learn from this. Help or get the fuck out of the way.

Sorting outside my therapist's office eating a rotisserie chicken because I got busy at work and forgot to eat my lunch and left it in the work fridge for tomorrow and now I'm in the "cold sweats" phase of low blood sugar. Don't judge. It's been a hard week and it's only Monday. #Mondays

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What is a throwaway line in a movie that lives rent free in your head? Mine is the little spiel that Tom Cruise gives in MI-3 where he explains that when someone taps their brakes in rush hour, you can see the ripple effect for 200 miles. I think of that every time I'm stuck in my commute.

I hate when I read a book that is right up my alley and realize that it's not a complete series and I have to wait for the next one to come out. At least the author is fairly prolific, and not pulling a G.R.R. Martin. Oh, it's a LitRPG series called The Unintended Cultivator, by Eric Dontigney.

It is patently ridiculous that one of the reasons why I will get fast food or take out is not because I don't have food at home. It is instead because I just want to pretend for a moment that somebody else is taking care of me.

Nothing makes me feel like I've succeeded more than when I see the spark of understanding in my daughter's eyes after we've spent time going over math she isn't sure of. Also, that was a long ass sentence.

Had a small leak at the therapy session today. It almost was ugly, but I managed to keep it together. Because that's what men do, right? Keep it together. (that's sarcasm, btw, and I'm looking forward to the day I trust myself enough to let it go. That's gonna be a day.)

Taylor Swift's multiple versions of her vinyl and cds remind me of the comic book heyday in the 90s when every issue had six variant covers and you weren't a true fan unless you bought them all. Still, am I listening to The Life of a Showgirl? Yes. Yes I am.