Katherine Perkins
katherineperkins.bsky.social
Katherine Perkins
@katherineperkins.bsky.social
Writer. Cajun (now in Texas). So, so tired.

She/her.

(Icon art, by Ian Madison Keller, of Ashling the Pixie and her service crow, The Count, from The Fair Folk Chronicles by Jeffrey Cook and Katherine Perkins)
Skittlefreezing
December 11, 2025 at 2:28 AM
short for Francis
December 10, 2025 at 9:52 PM
I do not know who this person is, but in that context, he must think he's So Terribly Clever and Making a Witty Point.
December 10, 2025 at 4:41 PM
Especially in a time where so much of the internet that /isn't/ social media has been eradicated.
December 10, 2025 at 4:36 PM
Jeff and I used to write in Palatino, and that's also what I got my tattoo in after he passed.
December 10, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Ah, I was being overly literal again. :) Do excuse.
December 10, 2025 at 3:31 PM
Not quite sure why it's /this/ consternating. In my family, it's normal to middle-name people after great-aunts. I've got a cousin middle-named something extremely similar. Not that it's great to have things in common with Sydney Sweeney, but not that surprising.
December 10, 2025 at 3:29 PM
(And that only because my Nana had been very careful that Mom would speak English as a first language)
December 10, 2025 at 1:03 AM
I remember one of my scholarships was based on a standardized test, and I was the only one out of that year's half a dozen winners whose parents spoke English as a first language.
December 10, 2025 at 1:02 AM
We can't keep being outdone by the lesbians!
December 9, 2025 at 5:50 PM
The bar is so low. I remember explaining to an early-20s youngster that it's okay to change ones pronouns before one can afford medical treatment. Apparently, the world had been telling the kid differently.
December 9, 2025 at 4:20 PM
I must admit I'm fond of the phrase 'As American as fortune cookies.' Because they were invented by Asian-Americans. Asian-American cuisine is both ::gasp:: Asian cuisine and American cuisine.
December 9, 2025 at 4:15 PM
The Cajun and Creole versions of crawfish etouffee are different. Neither is more real or worthy except in terms of which someone likes more, often because it's what their great-grandmother made. The origin is from a cultural mishmash, because /of course it is/.
December 9, 2025 at 4:06 PM
If we could separate food history from flame wars, that'd be GREAT.
December 9, 2025 at 4:02 PM
As a fellow person from a fusion-cuisine culture, I am in awe of how wild and uninformed this is.
December 9, 2025 at 3:58 PM
If people lost sleep, it's because they made like two people do a bunch of digital paperwork instead of hiring a whole team to make the commercial
December 9, 2025 at 12:22 AM
:::sigh:::
December 8, 2025 at 5:25 PM
I'm Katherine. I'm slowly getting back into the authorial game.
December 8, 2025 at 4:35 PM
oh gosh what did Bette Midler do?
December 8, 2025 at 3:46 PM
... Thank you. George Strait is at least temporarily ruined for me, so now I have something else to scratch that Oceanfront Property itch.
December 8, 2025 at 3:38 AM
I remember the two best journalism professors at my undergrad: one had a PhD and one had only a Bachelor's degree. The latter said of the former, "It's the discipline he studied, but it's the craft to which I apprenticed."
December 8, 2025 at 2:23 AM
Such a beautiful song about Isaiah's grandson.
December 7, 2025 at 5:49 PM
As I've said elsewhere, Hegseth can't finish the chant. The 'my blood too shall serve' just won't come out of his throat.
December 7, 2025 at 5:23 PM
Absolutely not your fault; I care about accuracy and am frustrated that I can't find it.
I hate to randomly cite circumstantial stereotype in lieu of finding the evidence, but his biggest experience is working with dancers.
December 7, 2025 at 5:10 PM