My five-year-old and I both had pajama day today.

#WorkFromHome

The tether clicks; she steps into darkness. Floating into the void, she looks back at the station. It's empty. It has to be for her measurements to be precise. Only she can do this research. She reminds herself every morning why she's here.

Day Twelve she writes at the beginning of today's log. She records radiation levels, noting an interesting spike. She writes down everything that might be useful to her research.

A sound. Something against her helmet. A tap? A piece of debris? No. Nothing. It was always nothing. With all that she's recording, there's always nothing. Must be her imagination.

Day Thirteen. More measurements. More nothing. She stares into nothing. Tap tap. She turns to look at the sound. This time she sees something. No. She sees Nothing. She reaches out. She touches Nothing. She's starting to doubt her mind.

No. She's a scientist. Her mind is the only thing she can trust. She brushes it off. She has to be able to trust her mind, or there's no reason for her to be here. Back to the station for the day. She needs to rest.

Day Fourteen. More measurements. Tap tap tap. She doesn't look this time. She closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath, and then slowly looks up at Nothing.

She's gotten used to the quiet. She knows nobody was there to hear her. And in space, as they say, nobody can hear you scream. She screamed anyway.

Today's entry for Thursday Threads. 244 words.

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Does "enshittification" also apply to the US Federal government?

I mean, how does the person put in charge of our military not understand the phrase "fog of war"? How could he possibly think it refers to literal fog and smoke?

What is happening?

https://www.nytimes.com/2025/12/03/us/fog-of-war-hegseth-boat-strike.html

That feeling when you make yourself a peanut butter and banana sandwich, but you have ¼ of a banana left, and you feel an obligation to eat the last bite of banana, but your sandwiches are already chock full of banana, so now you're in a moral quandary over a bite of banana, so you decide to post about the quandary online and are just really grateful to Gwen Stefani for teaching you how to spell banana.

#TooMuchBanana #MoralDilemma #RunOnSentence #ADHDThoughts

I've been rewatching Scrubs in preparation for the revival that's coming out next year. The other day, I watched the premiere of the first revival (season 9 premiere). I have a feeling the season 10 premiere next year will follow the same basic plot as season 9, so here's my prediction for what we'll see in the first new episode of Scrubs next year.

• JD and Turk will reunite in some elaborate over-the-top fashion, possibly singing Guy Love, but we'll find out they haven't actually been separated at all.
• When we meet the new interns, one of them will be identified as the new JD, by which I mean someone who is constantly daydreaming and overthinking.
• Perry, still Chief of Medicine, will be grumpy towards the new interns, but secretly have a soft spot for one of them.

Other possibilities, for funsies:

• The Todd will be part of a committed throuple
• Sam Dorian and Izzy Turk will be engaged
• The Janitor will come back, but will be on Sacred Heart's board of directors

I had to use a pubic toilet for #2 today with no bidet. I had to use paper on my butt like a freaking Neanderthal. When will my country learn that washing your butt off is so much better?

Could a vampire police officer enter my house with a warrant?

#ShowerThoughts