Anna

Just uploaded a fuckton of new icons. Among them: My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, Life On Mars, Twin Peaks, and my favorite women from the Tanakh. (Okay, technically Judith isn't in the Tanakh, but I do like her style. Fuck around and find out indeed.) I had to include Miriam, because I sing and play the tambourine. My namesake Hannah, of course. And Yael. Yael kicks ass. There's a whole entry could be written on my feelings about the women in the Tanakh, but I'll spare you.

Had to go to the pharmacy to pick up something for Eyal. I also had a package waiting at a nearby gaming store, so while he was in the pharmacy I grabbed it. Then I got my daily dose of outrage reading about Natasha Frost, the New York Times reporter who leaked chatlogs, names, and social media accounts from a WhatsApp group of Australian Jews that led to hundreds of Jews in Australia being doxxed. Frost claims it was inadvertent. Bullshit, baby; you knew what you were doing. The Grey Lady claims it's taken appropriate action but hasn't fired her. Apparently their definition of appropriate and mine differ considerably.

I'm off Freakbook, but shit still filters through. I refuse to read about the Democratic National Convention, though. The last time that happened in Chicago...well, just Google it. I don't have the spoons to get into that shitshow.

Meanwhile my fingers are numb from too much typing. I'm out.