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@blimby.bsky.social

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lesbian husband to @katieaki.bsky.social | they/them | 29 | rva, “the new york of the south” | what hurts you hurts me! 🏳️‍⚧️❤️‍🔥

a sankey plot showing that I applied for 46 jobs, and was rejected from 13, ghosted by 18, six had no funding, 2 were frozen, and 1 grant I wrote was not funded. I was interviewed for six gigs, yielding one acceptance
me and Katie clinking our plastic drink cups together. I have a blue hawiaan and she has a cherry limeade. she has a fresh set of nails which are pink with big red stars
survivorship bias plane (showing a hypothetical pattern of damage sustained by an aircraft that returned from combat, which in fact represents all the non-fatal ways an aircraft can be hit)
two old-fashioned nails on a tattoo flash sheet. they are crossed with each other, and in black and white
my score for today, which shows the distribution of scores, putting me in the bottom 10% of players
a screenshot of a published book on penguin random house website, called “c*lling b*llshit: the art of $kepticism in a data-driven world”
Katie looking at her laptop in the living room, which is showing a live fish tank aquarium video for cats. In front of her is the same video on our tv screen.
a Google search for “gifts for mom” where what seems to be a lump of weed is in the sponsored products
a small grill with a large steak with black grill lines on it, and a green vegetable that looks a bit indeterminate (it’s asparagus)
a screenshot from Clearsky showing my account is listed on the “AI Haters” block list
text reads, in comic sans: "helpful infographic" and is then followed by a screenshot of the first few lines of the wiki article on the anti-christ which reads: "Christian eschatology, Antichrist, or in broader eschatology, Anti-Messiah, refers to a kind of entity prophesied by the Bible to oppose Jesus Christ and falsely substitute himself as a savior in Christ's place before the Second Coming." under that is the picture of trump as Jesus healing a sick man (which is an AI-generated image which was posted by the president on his Truth social)
text on a Google Maps screenshot. it's the location for a Dollar General, and the below-name description reads: absorbs into your skin quickly
ad for hulu. the price of $7.99 is crossed out, and in bigger green letters, it says "$9.99/mth". peacock is listed under it with the price of $7.99 crossed out, and in bigger green letters, "$7.99/mth" again
fidget toy that is a pea you squeeze out of a pod
my wife on the couch. she has a green split dye that's just been cut and is smooth as fuck, a mysterious expression, and is making eye contact with the camera. she is holding three giant bird-deterrent balloons from www.birdbusters.com, which look a bit like big heads with scared (or intense?) eyes
a video of a small leech in an ice cube tray. it’s got a spotted pattern on it’s back, and is swimming around in the ice cube cubby
my front porch flower bed, which has pansies and daffodils, with straight up snow on it
texts from https://www.youraislopbores.me. my question is “what is a plant” the response is “a miserable pile of branches”
four-panel comic, slightly more detailed that stick figures. boy at bar is saying to friends “party rockers in the house tonight..”. girl turns to him and says “it’s party rock is”. they look at each other for a moment then start making out
an ai-generated image which is a flowchart with "machiinnn leriing" at the bottom (more or less. I'm not sure all of these are even, exactly, letters)
Recipe list: Dulce de Leche Poppy Seed Cake Salmon Pot Pie with Parmesan Crust The Alaska Cocktail Sourdough Starter and Sourdough Pancakes Foolproof Wild Blueberry Pie Build Your Own "Secret" Salmon Spread Spam Musubi and the Musubi McMuffin Halibut Olympia Easy Alley Raspberry Jam Sort of Sarah Palin's Famous Moose Chili Village-Style Doughnuts (Sunshine Doughnuts)
The Whate & the Cupcake STORIES OF SUBSISTENCE. LONGING & COMMUNITY IN ALASKA Julia O'Malley FOREWORD BY KIM SEVERSON
a gallon jug of Lactaid milk and a cucumber
screenshot from a calendar showing Wed May 27th 2026 as "Nothing To Fear Day"
a Bigfoot squishmellow wearing a pair of black square glasses (Katie’s) and lying down in the bed like a human
text from an email, which reads: "We so appreciate the opportunity to have you as a member and look forward to earning your trust in everything we do. As you may know, members benefit with: [long blank space]... If you have any questions or comments, please do not hesitate to contact us."
northern lights above our city skyline in Richmond last summer
photo from Richmond Reddit showing the same thing from a different part of the city. first post reads “are you guys seeing this in the sky?”, reply explains it is an ice pillar, which is when light reflects off tiny ice particles in the atmosphere
photo of Richmond skyline. you can see (not super well) middle to the right, a straight pillar of light like someone is shining a flashlight into the air
hot coals in the fireplace with a camp cooking setup, and sweet potatoes wrapped up in tin foil
a mini miller high life in my hand, with weather on in the background
“"Okay, say, despite everything, she is receptive. You two have an incredible, whirlwind 5-day romance. And then you get back to your monastery and Their Honor puts you to death after all. What then? Not only have you beaten the hell out of her, but now she has this, too?" Skylark said. "Knowing that this girl she had this thing with has been killed because of her?"
the hood of a silver car covered almost entirely with bird poop. take however bad you are imagining and make it x2 worse
my shrine: lots of Omamori, an overturned bowl with yogurt candy gumdrops and a little bottle capful of tea, and tiny Inari statues on either side
some little green tomatoes in a bowl, and two small bud vases with marigolds (all on our kitchen counter)
pan with homemade pull-apart rolls in a circular pan on a knit cloth
the Pot Pie (#2) out on my stove. it’s round and the top is Red Lobster Cheddar Biscuit mix
a strawberry Pyrex with cinnamon rolls in it (left) and a pot pie (right) on my stovetop. there is a vintage copper kettle also on the stove
a copper kettle sitting on paper towels with some brasso next to it
Text bubble from my mom that reads: “Any chances of interruption of service? He doesn't want to lose all his accumulated weapons.”
guy throwing his phone to the ground and breaking his skateboard
brown beetle as small as a pinhead on our pink couch, Katie’s nail for scale
me holding the popmart toy in the crook of my arm while I’m on my phone
half-size bottle of champagne and a glass of champagne, on the coffee table in my living room. stardew valley going in the background!
a brown and green grasshopper standing on the top of a bamboo stake in our garden with the sky in the background
screen photo from Dredge, of a ghoulish figure frozen in the ice. he is saying “I was… I am… the Boatswain… the expedition… the Terror…”
an orange lighter which has been written on in sharpie: “MUST STAY IN BIO 310 LAB DO NOT TOUCH OR WILL get F”
cartoon man pointing at himself
Google search: “how to get AI out of my life” AI overview “AI overview is not available for this search”
Katie in the pool in Palm Springs
a recapcha which asks “which of these walk on four legs” and a selection of oddly deep fried animals in hats (dogs, fish and birds)
Katie holding a black rock with a cat face drawn in white pigment
Due to everything being kind of foul all the time, my husband likes to reference the "chinese" (we don't know if it's actually chinese or one of those racist origins of wisdom story that goes like: Once upon a time there was a Chinese farmer whose horse ran away. That evening, all of his neighbors came around to commiserate. They said,"We are so sorry to hear your horse has run away. This is most unfortunate." The farmer said, "Maybe." The next day the horse came back bringing seven wild horses with it, and in the evening everybody came back and said, "Oh, isn't that lucky. What a great turn of events. You now have eight horses!" The farmer again said, "Maybe." The following day his son tried to break one of the horses, and while riding it, he was thrown and broke his leg. The neighbors then said, "Oh dear, that's too bad," and the farmer responded, "Maybe." The next day the conscription officers came around to conscript people into the army, and they rejected his son because he had a broken leg. Again all the neighbors came around and said, "Isn't that great!" Again, he said, "Maybe." Because we were referencing this so much, we kept saying things like "Horse Son Leg War" in response to something good/bad happening. That got shortened & bastardized to like "Horse Legs Son Egg" and finally it has just become "Leg Egg", said with a hung head when life gives you lemons. Leg Egg, thank you for everything.
Screenshot of my poem - Title: Ice Sheet Fingerprints Text: We cannot always tell bad luck from good, as many parables say. A broken leg could mean a war avoided, a double yolk might be just a curious egg. We know when ice melts waters rise: a burial at sea three hundred years too late. Your brother always was afraid of drowning. Yet once the ice is gone— no more mountains, no more valleys— that fantastic pull of glacial gravity gives way, so the sea recedes from shore, the water held there but by desire that only planets know. So go tell those boys on Beechey Island as the ice thaws and the grave-mud sucks that even death can be good luck.