I wouldn’t steal them, but the little girl inside me would clap delightedly upon seeing pink power tools anywhere!

Ohno, my twin will see what games I play. Although they already get the friends popup saying what I’m playing when I start playing it.

They also wander into the computer room frequently to ramble at me so see what I’m playing them.

In short, we all play Dwarf Fortress and it’s not a secret.

The year we all got the flu, probably, and threw up homemade tiramisu.

But it was only that. We don’t celebrate the holidays that heavily, me being Jewish. The most this year will be I’ll make the three of us some Cornish game hens as a treat.

But I love Lambchop!

It is a horrible earworm, very true.

Edit - Aww, not the Lambchop version.

I make cookies or canned jams, jellies, candied jalapeños. Edible so they will not clutter forever.

Everything that has yarn.

Yarn just seems to take over a home everywhere I’ve seen it.

As a child, I’d often have soup or sandwiches (normal, not with just breakfast ingredients) for breakfast, which always bothered my mother.

I also think waffles are an all day food and should not be left to just breakfast times.

I didn’t enjoy it very much. Which was surprising to people. I just really preferred to faff about and investigate things and die to things I was not suppose to say hello to yet.

Yes? She loves and dotes on her cats! Of course I am.

A fancy house cat of a nice middle aged middle class white woman.

Okay, my mother’s cats. She pampers them a lot.

I usually wrote a lot of scribbles for Stardew Valley, at least when trying to go for perfection.

Heaven’s Vault feels like it should have its own journal, but it really didn’t.

Sid Meier’s Pirates! could use a notebook at points or at least scrap paper.

I dearly miss the Old Country Buffet

I dislike Bluesky so far though. Maybe I’ll try again, and imagine it as chicken noodle soup.

You are much more polite than the person who was much more condescending about my mother. It’s fine.

I know for facts my mother never cheated. Mother is at an age I have increasing access to medical records of previous…attempts at children. Which lines up entirely with things my father talked about, and how delighted they were when we were born. Also, my father, for his faults, absolutely could spot another cheater at 50 paces and knew my mother did not.

Also she was like. The only person at home, working in education with long hours and then taking care of us, so if she did cheat, like. Damn, she was really finding the time somehow taking care of terrible twins.

Various convention floors. Mother would take me to her various fiber arts things, I’d get tired, I’d sleep under a table with my coat on me, or wrapped around my arms.

I’d explode if I slept on the floor these days.

For me, it’s audio in the background that I can interact with if I want.

Sometimes the people are funny too, but it’s not like my first monitor. Streams are a second monitor thing, with me doing something on the main. Reading, gaming, writing.

Also sometimes I’ll watch the various leagues to see people do games I’d hate to play do really really well at it.

A Girls World.

Back in the 2000s, a place for young girls. Articles, recipes, I think games? I edited articles for a bit. I use to be able to directly connect where I’d been online to there, in the sense of, “banner on website suggested this website and talked to people there which lead to this and then that and now to here” but my memory is bad now so I can’t.

If it still exists I doubt it’s anything like the original.

We do not want to find my father’s illegitimate children. He was our father, as our mother never cheated.

It’s this. We do not want to find his other children.

I refuse to do it because I’m a twin. We both agree that it’s shitty if one of us does it because then the other is forced into it basically, being identical.

Also our dad was a piece of cheating shit so we don’t ever want to know about that possibility.

Dwarf Fortress Adventurer Mode. I was a jaguar woman. Mostly a vomiting jaguar woman, as I was shot in the gut by a rude human.