Pines
@oldpines.bsky.social
45 | he/they | pan
Just a married genderquizzical tree with a transmasc sapling in college, living on the high plains east of Albuquerque, New Mexico. Once a writer, sometimes a puma, always a tree. Paganish.
Just a married genderquizzical tree with a transmasc sapling in college, living on the high plains east of Albuquerque, New Mexico. Once a writer, sometimes a puma, always a tree. Paganish.
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February 14, 2026 at 12:12 PM
Toss a ground beef vinyl wrap on your luxury sports car.
Call that a hamburghini.
Call that a hamburghini.
February 10, 2026 at 4:14 PM
Toss a ground beef vinyl wrap on your luxury sports car.
Call that a hamburghini.
Call that a hamburghini.
Age verification?
My son can legally drink in the United States.
(Yeah, I know it’s not in the spirit of the game.)
My son can legally drink in the United States.
(Yeah, I know it’s not in the spirit of the game.)
Age verification?
Here’s a chronological list of the song lyrics I put up as my AIM away message.
Here’s a chronological list of the song lyrics I put up as my AIM away message.
Age verification?
I played the first Call of Duty at launch
I played the first Call of Duty at launch
February 10, 2026 at 6:46 AM
Age verification?
My son can legally drink in the United States.
(Yeah, I know it’s not in the spirit of the game.)
My son can legally drink in the United States.
(Yeah, I know it’s not in the spirit of the game.)
Welp…time to get my magnetics resonated again and see if the blip that showed up in my thalamus has changed since the last scan.
February 9, 2026 at 6:57 PM
Welp…time to get my magnetics resonated again and see if the blip that showed up in my thalamus has changed since the last scan.
Without naming your job, tell me something you say over and over again at work.
“Because they aren’t designed for that.”
“Not unless you want to start a fire.”
“Because you could die?”
“Because they aren’t designed for that.”
“Not unless you want to start a fire.”
“Because you could die?”
Without naming your job, tell me something you say over and over again at work.
"Damnit, this cable's fucked. Get me another one"
"I AM scratching it!"
"wait... they're coming in when?"
"Damnit, this cable's fucked. Get me another one"
"I AM scratching it!"
"wait... they're coming in when?"
Without naming your job, tell me something you say over and over again at work.
"Stop humping your friend please, that's very rude!"
"I don't know what you want, I'm sorry bud!"
"LEAVE IT"
"Stop humping your friend please, that's very rude!"
"I don't know what you want, I'm sorry bud!"
"LEAVE IT"
February 8, 2026 at 5:04 AM
Without naming your job, tell me something you say over and over again at work.
“Because they aren’t designed for that.”
“Not unless you want to start a fire.”
“Because you could die?”
“Because they aren’t designed for that.”
“Not unless you want to start a fire.”
“Because you could die?”
Loot that drops after defeating me:
- a wrinkled scrap of paper with “I really thought there’d be more, too,” scrawled in pencil
- a wrinkled scrap of paper with “I really thought there’d be more, too,” scrawled in pencil
Loot that drops after defeating me:
- shiny pieces of ceramic tiles found on dirt roads.
- several crimpled receipts.
- a pen, it's dry though.
- several nights spent thinking about past errors.
- atopic dermatitis.
- shiny pieces of ceramic tiles found on dirt roads.
- several crimpled receipts.
- a pen, it's dry though.
- several nights spent thinking about past errors.
- atopic dermatitis.
Loot that drops after defeating me:
- pencils
- pens
-notepads/sketchbook
- a spilled cup of coffee
- a lingering, existential dread
- maybe cookies
- pencils
- pens
-notepads/sketchbook
- a spilled cup of coffee
- a lingering, existential dread
- maybe cookies
February 5, 2026 at 8:34 PM
Loot that drops after defeating me:
- a wrinkled scrap of paper with “I really thought there’d be more, too,” scrawled in pencil
- a wrinkled scrap of paper with “I really thought there’d be more, too,” scrawled in pencil
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Due to a relevant discussion on Discord, I’ll also mention it here:
It always feels weird when I see an infectious disease mentioned online, and the emphasis is on how easily treatable it is nowadays, and then I look at the numbers and it’s still currently in the top 10 causes of death worldwide.
It always feels weird when I see an infectious disease mentioned online, and the emphasis is on how easily treatable it is nowadays, and then I look at the numbers and it’s still currently in the top 10 causes of death worldwide.
Another pet peeve of mine:
When people from richer countries complain that people don’t remember when <thing that is still very much a big problem in poorer countries> WAS a thing, emphasis on the past tense.
(e.g. tuberculosis, famine, etc.)
When people from richer countries complain that people don’t remember when <thing that is still very much a big problem in poorer countries> WAS a thing, emphasis on the past tense.
(e.g. tuberculosis, famine, etc.)
February 1, 2026 at 10:43 PM
Due to a relevant discussion on Discord, I’ll also mention it here:
It always feels weird when I see an infectious disease mentioned online, and the emphasis is on how easily treatable it is nowadays, and then I look at the numbers and it’s still currently in the top 10 causes of death worldwide.
It always feels weird when I see an infectious disease mentioned online, and the emphasis is on how easily treatable it is nowadays, and then I look at the numbers and it’s still currently in the top 10 causes of death worldwide.
Y’know, it’s always interesting to see the same group that will bite and froth at the dehumanization of others turn to the same tactics they claim to loathe, as if the problem with the behavior was it’s target not the behavior itself.
The people we call monsters are human.
The people we call monsters are human.
February 1, 2026 at 8:00 PM
Y’know, it’s always interesting to see the same group that will bite and froth at the dehumanization of others turn to the same tactics they claim to loathe, as if the problem with the behavior was it’s target not the behavior itself.
The people we call monsters are human.
The people we call monsters are human.
Thank you, my tired brain, for chiming in four hours later with “Fill-da-Bear Jerkshop”.
Goddamnit. Somebody dump a pile of sweet green sin paper on me so I can make this idiocy a reality and then disappear to a remote island with most of the money.
Goddamnit. Somebody dump a pile of sweet green sin paper on me so I can make this idiocy a reality and then disappear to a remote island with most of the money.
Is tired enough that the thought of an RP server for plushies called “Build-A-Bear Jerkshop” just hit me and made me double over laughing.
I think I need sleep.
I think I need sleep.
January 30, 2026 at 2:56 AM
Thank you, my tired brain, for chiming in four hours later with “Fill-da-Bear Jerkshop”.
Goddamnit. Somebody dump a pile of sweet green sin paper on me so I can make this idiocy a reality and then disappear to a remote island with most of the money.
Goddamnit. Somebody dump a pile of sweet green sin paper on me so I can make this idiocy a reality and then disappear to a remote island with most of the money.
Is tired enough that the thought of an RP server for plushies called “Build-A-Bear Jerkshop” just hit me and made me double over laughing.
I think I need sleep.
I think I need sleep.
January 29, 2026 at 10:34 PM
Is tired enough that the thought of an RP server for plushies called “Build-A-Bear Jerkshop” just hit me and made me double over laughing.
I think I need sleep.
I think I need sleep.
jesusfuckingchristwhatwasthatsounddidyouhearthat
January 29, 2026 at 4:07 PM
jesusfuckingchristwhatwasthatsounddidyouhearthat
Bruce Springsteen has always been more miss than hit for me, but Streets of Minneapolis is definitely closer to hit.
January 28, 2026 at 8:56 PM
Bruce Springsteen has always been more miss than hit for me, but Streets of Minneapolis is definitely closer to hit.
Oh, hell yeah. We’re fuckin’ back.
January 28, 2026 at 6:10 AM
Oh, hell yeah. We’re fuckin’ back.
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And when the Allies reached the concentration camps, there was no liberation for queer people. Allied soldiers sent queer survivors to prison for further punishment according to German law.
The Lilac People tells the story of what is tragically, dangerously forgotten.
The Lilac People tells the story of what is tragically, dangerously forgotten.
January 27, 2026 at 2:30 PM
And when the Allies reached the concentration camps, there was no liberation for queer people. Allied soldiers sent queer survivors to prison for further punishment according to German law.
The Lilac People tells the story of what is tragically, dangerously forgotten.
The Lilac People tells the story of what is tragically, dangerously forgotten.
Dear friends, acquaintances, strangers, and bots, the harm is, as it ever has been, the point.
Conservative ethics require that people die of otherwise preventable causes. Life and love don’t enter into their designs.
Conservative ethics require that people die of otherwise preventable causes. Life and love don’t enter into their designs.
“I just don’t get how people can’t see what harm is being done. … Somehow they think the harm is if we have hormones — how about the harm of being six feet under?”
Utah lawmakers sweep their own study on care for trans kids under the rug as they push to ban it
As Utah's lawmakers move to ban gender-affirming care for transgender kids, they've avoided discussing a report they commissioned on the issue that says care helps kids.
www.sltrib.com
January 27, 2026 at 2:21 PM
Dear friends, acquaintances, strangers, and bots, the harm is, as it ever has been, the point.
Conservative ethics require that people die of otherwise preventable causes. Life and love don’t enter into their designs.
Conservative ethics require that people die of otherwise preventable causes. Life and love don’t enter into their designs.
Pipes froze overnight, despite dripping faucets. Having no heat in the house due to running out of propane just before the storm certainly didn’t help.
Amerigas, joy that they are, threw a remote monitor on our (owned) tank without request or authorization from us last autumn.
Amerigas, joy that they are, threw a remote monitor on our (owned) tank without request or authorization from us last autumn.
January 27, 2026 at 1:49 PM
Pipes froze overnight, despite dripping faucets. Having no heat in the house due to running out of propane just before the storm certainly didn’t help.
Amerigas, joy that they are, threw a remote monitor on our (owned) tank without request or authorization from us last autumn.
Amerigas, joy that they are, threw a remote monitor on our (owned) tank without request or authorization from us last autumn.
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TGRCNM and guests will discuss post-election challenges, concerns and the work before us.
February 4th at 6:30 PM MT on Zoom
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TGRCNM and guests will discuss post-election challenges, concerns and the work before us.
February 4th at 6:30 PM MT on Zoom
RSVP: bit.ly/41eKA0q
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January 26, 2026 at 8:40 PM
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TGRCNM and guests will discuss post-election challenges, concerns and the work before us.
February 4th at 6:30 PM MT on Zoom
RSVP: bit.ly/41eKA0q
ZOOM: bit.ly/47ZPLVT
TGRCNM and guests will discuss post-election challenges, concerns and the work before us.
February 4th at 6:30 PM MT on Zoom
RSVP: bit.ly/41eKA0q
ZOOM: bit.ly/47ZPLVT
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I don’t know what to do when I have no means by which to do anything. The possible courses ahead are manifold a fraught. So I let the dogs frolic in the snow and burn some old shitty tobacco and seethe.
I hope we see a tomorrow that makes the cunts in power weep and gnash their fucking teeth.
I hope we see a tomorrow that makes the cunts in power weep and gnash their fucking teeth.
January 26, 2026 at 5:14 AM
I don’t know what to do when I have no means by which to do anything. The possible courses ahead are manifold a fraught. So I let the dogs frolic in the snow and burn some old shitty tobacco and seethe.
I hope we see a tomorrow that makes the cunts in power weep and gnash their fucking teeth.
I hope we see a tomorrow that makes the cunts in power weep and gnash their fucking teeth.
The people who tell you to run
from a group of scared pussies with guns
want to protect the cunts
the shivering thugs and grunts
and make you forget that ice melts in the sun
from a group of scared pussies with guns
want to protect the cunts
the shivering thugs and grunts
and make you forget that ice melts in the sun
January 26, 2026 at 3:02 AM
The people who tell you to run
from a group of scared pussies with guns
want to protect the cunts
the shivering thugs and grunts
and make you forget that ice melts in the sun
from a group of scared pussies with guns
want to protect the cunts
the shivering thugs and grunts
and make you forget that ice melts in the sun
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Cherokee street magician.
Trying to preserve our Native American Magic Culture.
If you like my work, please, please, please help support it, any little bit helps a lot and is greatly appreciated.
cash.app/$lostcitymagic
www.paypal.me/JeramyNeugin
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Trying to preserve our Native American Magic Culture.
If you like my work, please, please, please help support it, any little bit helps a lot and is greatly appreciated.
cash.app/$lostcitymagic
www.paypal.me/JeramyNeugin
ko-fi.com/jeramyneugin
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January 26, 2026 at 2:25 AM
Cherokee street magician.
Trying to preserve our Native American Magic Culture.
If you like my work, please, please, please help support it, any little bit helps a lot and is greatly appreciated.
cash.app/$lostcitymagic
www.paypal.me/JeramyNeugin
ko-fi.com/jeramyneugin
Trying to preserve our Native American Magic Culture.
If you like my work, please, please, please help support it, any little bit helps a lot and is greatly appreciated.
cash.app/$lostcitymagic
www.paypal.me/JeramyNeugin
ko-fi.com/jeramyneugin
“They will write songs about this.”
They wrote songs about the last time these things happened, and the time before that, and the time before that. Songs are journalism. They don’t make change.
They wrote songs about the last time these things happened, and the time before that, and the time before that. Songs are journalism. They don’t make change.
January 24, 2026 at 7:34 PM
“They will write songs about this.”
They wrote songs about the last time these things happened, and the time before that, and the time before that. Songs are journalism. They don’t make change.
They wrote songs about the last time these things happened, and the time before that, and the time before that. Songs are journalism. They don’t make change.
There’s something so comfortable and lovely about RPing whatever the hell you’d call the Southwestern equivalent of Southern Gothic. Old ristras, weathered gray covered porches, ghost lights over packed dirt yards where moths and bats wheel in a chaotic dance. Juniper on the wind and piñon burning.
January 23, 2026 at 7:44 PM
There’s something so comfortable and lovely about RPing whatever the hell you’d call the Southwestern equivalent of Southern Gothic. Old ristras, weathered gray covered porches, ghost lights over packed dirt yards where moths and bats wheel in a chaotic dance. Juniper on the wind and piñon burning.
If you pull a bunch of female turtles out of a pond and line them up for people to judge…
…is that a wet she-turt contest?
…is that a wet she-turt contest?
January 15, 2026 at 11:56 PM
If you pull a bunch of female turtles out of a pond and line them up for people to judge…
…is that a wet she-turt contest?
…is that a wet she-turt contest?
To hell with it. It’s done. The world has one fewer pointless vanity project to clutter it up.
It sucks, but I cannot justify the cost of maintaining the website(s) anymore. It won't happen immediately, but the sites and domain will be junked. I'm going to try to…no. I'm probably not going to bother putting in effort to retrieve any of my stories before scrapping the lot.
January 15, 2026 at 10:39 PM
To hell with it. It’s done. The world has one fewer pointless vanity project to clutter it up.