As I near 10,000 toots, I will be taking a step back from Mastodon to reevaluate my role.
Since becoming president of the ocean eight months ago, I have had the time of my life. I opened the border to the arctic and antarctic ocean so we can party with penguins. I disrespected some crabs. I even communed with the mother water.
But my critics say it’s not enough. So I must prove them wrong! There’s a big initiative in the works, and before I luxuriate in the big 10k, I plan to see it through.
I started teaching when I was 22 and the state of Texas wants me to work until I’m 62 to retire with full benefits (most of which are funded by my own paycheck, some of which are chipped away at each year, none of which would make for anything resembling a comfortable retirement). All this to say, Capitalism is cruel on public educators.
When I first started teaching almost 3 years ago now, Pepe was a staple and beloved joke in my classroom. I was bequeathed the nickname “Mr. Memenson”, a derivative of my real name plus the word “meme”. But now, a few years on, that sad frog has taken on a new meaning.
Those stories tonight on 60 Minutes.
swimming in a sea of Denny’s Brand Syrup
A small, private instance where a few cryptids may roam and play. Seek, but fear. The whole thing was birthed in a Denny's in 2016.