Wokeback Mountain

Someone somewhere upwind from me in clondalkin is burning some nasty shit all day and entirely coincidentally I'm sure I have a headache and sore throat now.

A plastic syringe embedded in and containing fully set rock hard pink resin.

This piece is called "oh, that's where I left the syringe"

Or maybe men my age regularly buy boxer shorts and remote control light bulbs together a statistically significant amount of times.

It might have to be. It's not like I'm secret service or anything but I'd rather my phone not be sending me suggestions related to sensitive stuff discussed around me.

Maybe men of a certain age and algorithmic dataset start being interested in kayaking around the month of the conversation but mood lightbulbs after a conversation about mood lighting and lightbulbs? I call shenanigans.

This is the most egregious example I've encountered since the time I was reminiscing about kayaking around a little man-made lake in Nottingham with my uncle and I suddenly started getting (google I think) adverts for Kayaks a few days later and I could maybe explain that away coincidence

Though it doesn't seem to have picked up on my "Yeah well I'm going for a shower and I'm not in the mood to slip and die" mood

I can fairly confidently insist that didn't happen since her response when I told her the bathroom light was being weird was "Yeah I kind of like it, it's like mood lighting" which is slightly more damning given how the suggestions are all "pick a colour and tone"

I should add that not once in my life have I assembled a model without dropping a piece and getting on my hands and knees to search under my desk at midnight so I can't even infer that my phone thought "Oooh he's in the dark" and told Amazon I needed bulbs via business synergy.

I just picked a bulb from the box and silently replaced the old one. I haven't touched my phone since except to turn on the flashlight to search for a tiny bit of warhammer I dropped on the floor.
Do not even dare tell me our phones aren't listening to us.

Five suggested purchases by Amazon, all of which are lightbulbs.

A few hours ago I was rummaging for a fresh lightbulb for the bathroom and my wife asked me what I was looking for so I said "a new bulb for the bathroom, the old one is weird and dim now" and she said it was like mood lighting. Anyway, here's my amazon suggestions now.

An infinitesimally tiny impact in the scheme of things I know but it's a lifetime boycott for everyone on the slate of this monstrosity.

"Yes James, you're the victim. You're still the victim in all this. Yes she got terminally ill to push your buttons just fucking get out of my postal district"

In hindsight, I think the default ending was the town realising that he was such a massive piece of shit that no amount of metaphor designed to trigger a nanosecond of introspection was ever going to work on the prick but also he was really handy with a plank so it just cut him loose.

No, but I see there's an episode about remembering your dreams which I have only managed a few dozen times in my life so there could be all kinds of shit going on in there leaving impressions and doing things with neuroplasticity.

Man I *really* want to visit the dimension it came from because it was absolutely lovely.
Which should have been a sign of a false memory because it smelled nice.

I'm just waiting for someone to come along with a photo of me in the shop for some real Mandela effect fuckery.

Oh I meant Lord Edward St but it was late and I'd had an incredibly long day even before discovering part of my brain had gaslit the other bit. Definitely not Mark's Models because they were well off any route I could do in a lunch hour and were always closed by the time any commute took me nearby.

A street view of Dublin City Hall.

I rember Third Place well - I played L5R in there a bunch of times, I think it's the only gaming store I ever actually played stuff in and it's definitely not what I was "remembering" because the route I rember walking would have brought me to here and I suspect this was here before the pandemic.

It must be a composite memory of that cafe near Stephen's Green that had a thousand varieties of tea I can't remember the name of right now and the kind of gaming store I would have loved to own given infinite funds and zero responsibilities.
Anyway, HUGELY disappointed.

I tried to go there. I walked a path I'd walked before but it wasn't there and it never was. That is some next level bastard shit from a brain I had hitherto trusted as borderline reliable for basic activities like 'remembering a shop I've been in'

Barring a malicious urban developer tapping into my memories and deciding to fuck with me there is no way that shop could ever have existed since it occupied a space that the front area of Dublin Castle has occupied for at least ten years.

I remember reminiscing about it during the lockdowns as one of my happy places I'd like to get back to so IMAGINE MY SHOCK when I tried to go there today when I had time to kill due to shitty dublin bussery only to discover it had only ever existed IN MY FUCKING DREAMS.

I remember visiting it several times. Lovely little place set out over three floors, I even dragged my family to it once when the kids were small. I picked up some old metal warhammer models there occasionally but at the time I wasn't into painting armies so I didn't spend too much there.

There is/was a little gaming store on Lord Earl St in Dublin that I visited many times before the pandemic. Sometimes during lunch at work I'd hop on a bus, hit up Games Workshop, Gamers World and if I had time take a detour to see what they had going on.

3d printed eyeballs in two forms - one with a hollow where the iris should be and another that's more in the shape of a full eyeball with a cornea. The idea is to mold both, use the ones with hollow irises to cast basic eyes I can sculpt unique irises with. The versions with cornea will be used to enclose the hollow iris version once I've sculpted an iris in clay and cover it in clear resin that should end up looking like an eyeball.

Sanded to 2000 grit. My hands are fuuuuuucked

So exhausting..

I would not be shocked to learn that he's an AI that went rogue. And by 'rogue' I mean they lost the admin password.

Also, if you actually want to be President then it should be really easy to get a nomination on account of all the good work you've done in various spheres such that people would be excited to hitch their wagon to you.

This is really shaping up to be the first presidential election in my voting lifetime when there's no candidate I'm genuinely excited to vote for.