Where Am I?

 You can now find me on:

• Post
• Mastodon
• Twitter
• Instagram
• Facebook

And, naturally, you can always find me here at Donna, Tell Me a Story.

WHY am I still on the bird app now that Space Karen is turning it into a fart house for rabid, weasel brained, white guys who don’t have a goats chance in hell of ever getting laid but CAN easily lay their tiny digits on semi-automatic rifles. Why waste a second of my remaining time on the cell phone app of the American right wing hate machine’s version of Joseph Goebbels’s Ministry of Public Enlightenment and Propaganda. Hmmmmmm? How’s this make sense?

Yeah…so, I’m only on the doomed Bizarro bird app occasionally now. Mostly I’m just looking for the names/handles of folks I enjoyed following so that I can look for them on Post and Mastodon. I’m cutting down, WAY down, on these hunts though. Most of the interesting, fun people have already split and I’ve blocked every smegma drooling MAGAt who pops up.

This switch will be a good change for me. I’ll surely miss the folks I’ve chit-chatted with BUT with Mastodon AND Post, I have more options and MusKKK becomes irrelevant. I can stock up my feed with interesting orgs, artists, authors, cats, science discoveries and such. Politics and world events? Shit yeah, I’ll stay informed and au courant but I’m not gonna wallow in the swamp anymore. I’ll read the news (WaPo, BBC and Al Jazeera) and blogs (Talking Points Memo, Raw Story and Stonekettle) but I ain’t gonna step in the barnyard muck of Twitter’s poo flinging nimrod brigade (AKA, the comments section).

Post and Mastodon will be, for me, primarily about the arts, fun animal videos, books, cool science shit (breakthroughs in healing meds, the stars, other planets, etc.), history and other fascinating crap.

Question—now that Space K has ruined both Tesla and Twitter, will he finally be out of the daily news? How long before he'll be deemed a waste of column length and pixals?

In other fun, today is the winter solstice—the shortest day of the year. Here in Valhalla we’ll have nine hours and five minutes of the big orange ball of fire.

This short day, the first of winter, is dedicated to preparing one’s tum tum for the Chinese food extravaganza to come. Today is for greasing and purging my innards so that a max load of Dun Dun noodles and Suanla chaoshou fits in. This has all been recorded in the Holy Holiday Scrolls. Of course.

Okay, really and true, we won’t be getting our traditional holiday meal from Mary Chung’s. Not only would that involve a long drive into town (they’re not taking phone or internet orders), I’ve seen waits as long as seven hours—LOVE Mary Chung’s cooking but NO. By the time we got home with all our treasures, they’d be cold.

Instead we’ll hit the wonderful and nearby Fushion Kitchen for our Christmas feast. Yum!