Soooo during today’s most recent round of Internet Foraging, I came across this dubious little gem…
My internal medievalist, linguist, and my internal lack of gender are all screaming. Because, fortunately or unfortunately for everyone witnessing this beautiful piece of nonsense, this glorious character
Þ
is called a thorn, and it is actually pronounced like the “th” sound in the word “that”.
So, this incredible piece of Urban Dictionary nonsense is COMPLETELY FUCKING ACCURATE. 🤣😭
And if I haven’t been a big enough thorn in y’all’s side today, now I quite literally have been.
Enjoy having THAT piece of knowledge implanted in your brains, hehehe.
Hey, everyone. Lazarus here. Unfortunately, I think the caffeine pills I was taking were raising my blood pressure enough to give me chronic migraines again. My body is extremely weird. So caffeine, or at least THAT form of caffeine, is likely off the table. I had to take a migraine rescue med earlier today and lay down for a nap earlier because I was experiencing a very strange aura and didn’t want to take any chances fucking around and finding out with either a migraine OR worse, a seizure. Ergo, it was brain scrambly migraine med induced naptime and yours truly conked the ever living fuck out. Whee.
Further testing is required to determine whether or not all caffeine makes the Brainhole feel like shit or just the caffeine pills. Gotta love being chronically ill with a body even doctors have no clue how to treat sometimes. Yayyyy.
Now that I’m awake from my nap and have written all of this down, it’s time for the holy trinity of pain meds that I know DON’T induce horrific migraines and to find some form of food. I did manage to save the grocery order yesterday with less damage to my body than I thought I would take so far. However, things are still up in the air on that, considering today’s migraine ordeal and possible symptoms of a low grade fever. So, stand by for more details on whether or not that little glass cannon maneuver got me sick with what my loves caught. I would rather get sick for a few days than have our food stolen, though. Milwaukee is a batshit town. Hide your food, kids. There are porch pirates out here. 🤣
Have some memes in honor of my batshittery.
Stay tuned for more magic. And/or delirium. There is a strong possibility of that.
Hey, everyone. Lazarus here. I’ve been up since roughly 5 AM after I woke myself up from a dead sleep attempting to explain to aloud why Emerson in the dream had a habit of lingering in public spaces silently and menacingly and not much has happened after that, so today’s post will likely be pretty short. I’m in grave need of a nap, to be entirely honest.
Have memes. ✨
Stay tuned for more magic, ya gremlins. But after a nap. DEFINITELY after a nap. ✨🤣
Recently Mark Zuckerberg, founder of Facebook and owner of several other apps, completely took his mask off when it came to his views on the LGBTQ+ community, and announced that, in essence, hate speech and discrimination towards people in the LGBTQ+ community is completely okay and allowed on his platforms. Here’s the announcement in full.
As a result, many people I know are pissed the absolute fuck off and leaving all of his platforms for greener pastures such as Bluesky and Mastodon. I can’t blame them, frankly. Things on Facebook have been going that way for years, since 2020 at least from what I can tell, and I’m all for everyone doing whatever it takes to keep themselves safe and comfortable.
I, however, am in a bit of a mental bind. I don’t have the fucking energy to keep making profiles on platforms every time the powers that be screw me over. I’m a member of the Tumblr old guard way, way back in the dark ages of 2013 and watched Tumblr die and revive itself when Yahoo bought it and then had to sell it again in a fire sale because people on Tumblr are fucking unhinged, I was on Twitter for awhile and watched THAT slowly decline, and I have a terrible knack for forgetting the apps and accounts I already have exist. Hell, my executive dysfunction and fatigue even prevent me from writing here sometimes.
Conversely, I own Open Sorcery. Completely. The only people I have to answer to in this regard are my web registrar and bank account to renew my hosting and the domain name and things. It’s also hooked in with the magnificent wonder that is the Fediverse AND bridged with Bluesky, a Fediverse/Twitter competitor of sorts.
All of this hullabaloo makes me really glad that my now integrated headmate got very pissed off, forgot what life was for about ten hours, and built this thing back in June, haha. So if you need me, I’ll be right here, hovering about three inches off the ground, everywhere and nowhere at once, spouting nonsense as close to daily as I’m able, probably vibrating out of my skin because the Zelda System has generously provided me with 500 WHOLE CAFFEINE PILLS with which to fuel chaos behavior. 🤣
SINNERS REJOICE! I, Lazarus, slept for approximately eight and a half hours and DIDN’T HAVE ANY NIGHTMARES THAT I CAN RECALL! Hell yeah! I’m also not super scrambled today so far, but I’ve been up for less than thirty minutes. LET’S ROCK TODAY, BITCHES (affectionate). I think I’m gonna go throw alllll of my newfound spoons at a wall by taking a damn shower. I fucking need one. Fatigue is a bitch, but I have Things to Do today. So I wanted to post first, tell y’all the news, and then waterboard my brainhole shower, lol.
Tiny Me (far lower left corner, smirking weirdly) was always Up to Some Bullshit 🤣At least attempting to, anyway..And my erstwhile headmate WAS the bullshit.
Stay tuned for more magic, lovely weirdos. I’ll be around, hehehe..
Today has been another slow day, but a productive one. The Zelda System is off of work today and it’s our day to hang out and relax, so we’ve been catching up on shows and things. It was much needed, seeing as I only got about five hours of sleep and was thrown from it by a really shitty dream that appeared to be my subconscious attempting to unpack all of my trauma in one go. It wasn’t fun, so the relaxation was definitely needed.
I think the nightmares picking back up randomly is ironically kind of a good sign because it means my brain feels safe enough to process the fuckshit more deeply, I suppose. Yay. That’s the shitty thing about life stabilizing overall.. I have ample time to think and I get lost in my mind now that I have found it all, even when I am asleep.
Also, it’s funny to note that the irritatingly universal phenomenon that is cheating dreams still happen when you’re polyamorous, and can happen about cheating in polyamory. That’s what the nightmare was about. I didn’t know my bra would cook that truckload of horseshit up, but here we are. I have no fucking clue what spawned this nonsense. Normally upon waking I can identify a trigger for my dreams that I had briefly encountered in the past few days, but I have absolutely no idea what spawned this one. So I guess we’re dealing with this flavor of nightmare now. The nightmares have been lifelong, and they pertain to whatever fucking drama my brainhole decides to throw at the current fronter at the time. Same song, different verse, I suppose.
I think I’m going to attempt a nap and pray to whatever deity might be listening that I don’t have any nightmares this time. Huzzah. But first, memes and a playlist that I was up until almost 4 AM concocting, hehe.
Over nineteen hours of bangers that I associate with my Enneagram Tritype, haha.
Hey, everyone. Lazarus again, back once more with your daily dose of bullshit, hehe. It’s been a slow day so far, both in my brain and otherwise. If you guessed that insomnia is still sort of kicking my ass, you got it in one. But being tired can have its advantages, namely that it makes me fucking funny. Do I have less object permanence than normal, though? Absolutely. I’m losing every single worldly possession of mine over here.
Sheik of the Zelda System is gaming beside me after binge watching several episodes of Supernatural season seven, as has winding our way through that absolute shit show become our tradition on their days off. So I’ve got my headphones on and am simply seeing where my brainhole takes me. We both appeared to have great dates last night, them with our mutual beloved Emerson (and the leftovers I received were fucking amazing, as well) and I had a great virtual date with my darling Autumn. They’re wickedly funny, and kept making me cackle with laughter midsentence. I had needed that date, to be honest. It had been a few weeks since our last one and I missed them something fucking fierce. There’s been much less drama and fewer trashfires of late, and times like these remind me that polyamory is truly a wonderful experience. No regrets. I can’t ever go back, even when shit gets rough. I’m just not built that way.
Now, seeing as my mind feels like pudding that has been repeatedly electrocuted, I’m probably gonna leave y’all for the day. Will my brain let me fucking sleep? Probably not. Am I about to go down a research rabbit hole trying to figure out who a certain actress was in an episode of Supernatural? Oh yeah. That’s been on the agenda since I first saw the actress and recognized her as the same actress who plays Kaylee Frye in Firefly, haha. My brain needs to DEFINITELY be stopped. At least I’m attempting to rest, right?
[crickets chirp faintly in the distance]
Anyway. Before I go, memes. I can’t just skitter away without DEPRIVING y’all!
Why are Facebook ads Like This?
Stay tuned for more magic, y’all. And tomfuckery. There’s always that.
Hello, cherished mothers and fuckers. Lazarus here once more with your daily Des Moines Cropduster (context below, thanks, Theo).
I’ve started calling posting on here or sharing a link to a post I make a “Des Moines Cropduster” because of my eldritch headmate’s masterful nonsense. Ergo, you’re being Cropdusted as we speak….
I thought this prompt looked interesting and I have a few responses for y’all.
If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?
Here are my favorite contenders thus far:
Ashley Halliwell’s Brainhole, New and Improved, Under New Management. NOW WITH MORE INSOMNIA!
Got questions? We have answers. Believe them or else.
The speed limit on this freeway is 80mph. But we bet you are not going as fast as MY BRAIN CAN PROCESS EVERYTHING…
How many sins have you committed today? Not as many as This Motherfucker. [photo of my face] If you can commit more Christological heresies than This Bitch in a 24 hour period, YOU get a free cardboard box.
All of the potential billboards would include a link to Open Sorcery for the bit, of course.
And simply to up the ante, I would place the billboards in and around the Cleveland, Ohio metro area. What can I say? I know my audience.
In case y’all can’t tell by the above dastardly suggestions and the post title, insomnia is STILL kicking my ass. I am beginning to wonder if it’s because of the fact that, on top of the vitamin B supplements I’ve been taking, I have started taking ibuprofen and Tylenol every 4-6 hours when I don’t lose time to deal with my chronic pain further. It’s working wonderfully for the pain. However, there’s been one absolute motherfucker of an unintended consequence. My brain has come completely, exhaustingly alive again, just like it did before my now-integrated headmate Allēna came down with mono when she was 16.
It doesn’t shut up. Nothing helps it. Not sex (for very long, anyway), not getting stoned off my ass, NOTHING. Zilch. Nada. The only thing that even remotely helps is letting myself pursue whatever idea has fascinated me until I’m so thoroughly burnt out and exhausted that I see fucking double and finally pass out. And even then, I sleep maybe 4-6 hours a night. It’s very, very rare these days that I get more sleep than that, and the sleep I get is absolute garbage. My dreams are vivid. I toss, I turn, I’m up every few hours… I swear I’m more delirious than asleep.
Am I simply a husky in human form?
This shit has made me intimately and acutely aware of why my strictly enforced bedtime was 8PM for most of my youth. I didn’t fucking sleep! I COULDN’T fucking sleep!
I’m realizing as well why my dad, Xavier, and my late grandmother, Rose, were always doing projects, as well, and I am more grateful for this blog and my myriad other projects and interests every day.
Rose was a chemist by trade, ran every damn social club in her town, was a former art dealer with a glorious collection of beautiful art, gourmet chef/baker, read books backwards, and I never saw her sleep more than four to six hours, either, before she got very sick in 2010. She was an indisputable genius whose brain was also fucking ALIVE, and frankly I can’t blame her for having so many interests and being constantly on the move. If I could handle it physically, I would be, too. Lord knows I am mentally at this point.
Fuck.
Well, that’s enough bitching about my blazing fast brainhole from me for one day. I’m probably gonna watch some TV and scream into the void or something, also known as every DM in existence. Emerson and Zelda are spending the night together and going out to a Fancy Restaurant tonight which means that your gremlin gets delicious leftovers, hehe. I live for tasty leftovers. I’m also calling my cozy partner in Michigan, Autumn, later. They were the suitor I mentioned a bit ago in this post and things are going so well! So things aren’t all shitty in my brain.
