Lili Saintcrow @lilithsaintcrow@raggedfeathers.com

Me: *hears strange sound*

Me: *gets creeped out*

Me: *looks around*

Dog: *continues snore-whistling*

(A total classic.)

This is exactly, but EXACTLY how my day has gone. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VnT7pT6zCcA

Shame the Popes did him so dirty, but what else can one expect from, well, popes?

My favorite story about him is his sneaking in at night to carve his name and “Did This” across the Pieta’s chest-strap. Il Divino knew how to handle the haters.

Chipping away at this character’s reticence like Buonarrotti tapping with hammer and chisel, turning stone into satin flesh.

It’s time for a combat scene. Making a character bleed might help.

Bloody release day nerves, exposed to raw air. I am so a-twitch even a run hasn’t settled anything.

400 words on one project. Sitting and staring, fingers itching but the words won’t drip free.

I suspect I’m nervous.

In which there is Dale Carnegie and a (pleasant) dog pile.

Visual Rest https://www.lilithsaintcrow.com/2020/11/visual-rest/

*sings* Had Catalina, it was workin’ just fine, then Apple forced Big Suuuuuuuur…

*singing fades, replaced by distant weeping*

And while we’re here? Charge the racist bigots double.

‘Nuff said.

We are never going to make any progress until addressing the bad behavior of these narcissistic, classist, privileged assholes involves real, meaningful financial and social costs to said assholes.

Keep your meaningless lip service. Pay the righteous fuck up instead.

I am so, so tired of these toothless “apologies” being lauded as some kind of progress. No. Hit these companies/institutions right where they live—in the pocketbook—instead.

Take your apology, add a year’s salary adjusted for inflation for every year since you wronged that person, and pay tf up.

“So-and-so gets a historic apology X years after Company/Government/Institution wronged them!”

Completely overlooks how you ruined a person’s life, in most cases for decades, and now you want a gold star.

And yes, Bach is always pulling for you, while Mozart is trying to trap, trip, flimflam, and bamboozle. I like stuffy old Johann S. better.

It’s not a pea-souper or a Jack the Ripper fog, but it’s still nice. Winter has arrived; Chez Saintcrow is cosy and pleased.