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Rod (he/him)
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RoderickMacDonald.com / Problem solver in health care, cancer, longevity, marketing / Growth at a pharmacy in Canada 🇨🇦 / Husbanded 🏳️‍🌈 / Words are mine / and in PLOS.org
i'm not mad. please don't write it in the newspaper that i'm mad
January 6, 2026 at 12:45 AM
"To Protect Myself And My Family, I Am Going To Kill The Man That Called Me A 'Little Bitch'"
January 6, 2026 at 12:45 AM
Reposted by Rod (he/him)
"the country is safer than it was in your youth" is one of those cognitohazard phrases that passes directly through a human mind, incapable of being held
December 28, 2025 at 6:30 PM
Reposted by Rod (he/him)
December 23, 2025 at 12:12 AM
"Everything's coming up Anthony!"
a cartoon of milhouse from the simpsons says everything 's coming up milhouse !
Alt: a cartoon of milhouse from the simpsons says everything 's coming up milhouse !
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December 21, 2025 at 1:41 AM
We talk to Delish about how great Delish is at making a Delish app with Delish recipes that are Delish!
December 21, 2025 at 1:39 AM
thank you for this. i needed a laugh
December 21, 2025 at 1:38 AM
prez and pm of the theocracy (we can't talk about) already doubling down
December 15, 2025 at 1:54 AM
Perhaps she’s caring, but my mind spins in thinking otherwise.

Only devotion can lead a man to drag his princess in a shopping cart, laden with blankets and bags and sadness, through 6 inches of thick snow, slowly, down my street, to wherever they’re going.
December 15, 2025 at 1:08 AM
I wonder about the expectations that rest on her shoulders. How she was brought to living this life of quiet travel and transience. How she feels she’s seen in the eyes of her beholders, if she cares at all. Or how she treats her servants, in their struggles and needs.
December 15, 2025 at 1:08 AM
A few times I heard her moan, in the deep cold or when her carriage must have felt more like a prison than a blessing. Expressing her dissatisfaction with where she was, or how she felt, or how she’d been treated. A moan that fades lightly into the background where feelings are felt more than heard.
December 15, 2025 at 1:08 AM
I can’t be sure she ever left that carriage; I’d never seen it. I’m not even sure she could, maybe some disability or shame. But that only fed my fantasy of how she functioned, perhaps on a plain above our own, or deeply below.
December 15, 2025 at 1:08 AM