I do not know where this cache of fucken weirdos who write (think?) these things hides out, are they locked in a cult compound whipping each other up into ever greater heights of paranoia that could never survive social contact with actual queer people who are out here just peaceably living life
I remember him as pretty cute in Southland back in the day, he has since aged hard in the face like freckly gingers do, plus not dyed his grey, bless him. reckon we are all starved for images of hot aging bodies...
(something something salt and pepper is great on beef I'll be over here)
remembering that time we rolled straight from an apocalyptic fire season here, wearing masks for smoke in the centre of the city, into a global pandemic
then it turned out the expensive smoke masks with valves were totally unsafe for COVID, we needed totally different masks, that is funny somehow
low-key ambient threat from nature is not fun, we get enough of that from the international news geez
(I guess I am lucky here to have mild spring and autumn with low fire danger - coming into autumn now and have windows open. only one death in bushfire this year but it got scary for a sec 😕)
I never give writing advice (only editing advice), but:
If you’re in a skittish, avoidant kind of mood, try leaving your Word file open on your desktop or whatever before you go to sleep so that it’s one less superhuman effort you have to make the next day.
(I’m in one of those moods.)
RIGHT?
the robot has a flawless visual design
'now sweetie', it says, allowing a very slight note of disappointment into its voice as it pile-drives your head into the mat
WAIT I have a theory about the techbro AI craze: they all use android, they've never been inside the walled garden where a lily-white robot says 'don't worry sweetie, we'll take care of that', snatches your data and completely fucks it. when you try to manually fix it, the robot fights you WWF style
to repeat, it deleted all the birthdays in my calendar and locked them up in its platform-dependent walled garden
from sheer spite I have hand-typed every single apple product name in this thread to prevent autocorrect adding the camelcaps
actually, it deleted them from google and moved them to a proprietary apple birthday calendar that you cannot access outside icloud
how do you know it did this? when you start missing birthdays, check your calendar in confusion and discover you no longer have any record of ANY BIRTHDAY AT ALL
more fun in iphone to android transition: when I moved to iphone, it detected the birthdays in my google calendar and put a cake icon on them. that seemed cool...??
[foreshadowing music 🎶🤔]
god I wish these types of mid century sofa were actually comfortable for lounging, I love the look of them
I typo'ed button as butoon and now I feel that is a thing, a butoon is a very large button, not sure if most coat buttons would qualify, perhaps it needs to be really delightfully fuck-off big. possibly the word may only be bellowed in a Merchant Ivory accent, UNHAND MY BUTOONS, SIRRAH
frozen in gay crying forever is relatable I guess??
you have almost, like, sliding-doorsed my imagination...
(asking myself if I could play this out but I struggle w/ being a dude character, like rationally it's just a game but still)
I am dying to know how much of his girl-related whinging stays in the dialogue when he's dating a dude, though
wtf
ohhhh actually I can see him with a dude
Holy shit, Tony Blair fucked Rupert Murdoch's Wife and I never heard about it? (Story here: www.gawkerarchives.com/rupert-murdo...)
Starting to believe I've lapsed into a kind of coma overnight and woken up in some sort of Vanilla Sky shit.
... it's direct from Lhasa
delicious
notwithstanding my hateboner overreaches, I'm still so surprised about this being a classic of 'hard' sci-fi. he backed so many wrong horses science-wise and he's just so naive about sociology, religion, political/judicial systems? though I guess good on international trade politics & arms races...
also revising earlier comment about lasers, Asimov started writing the books as short stories as early as 1942, and lasers weren't invented till early 1960s. I was misled by my audiobook's info page and possibly my hateboner into thinking pub date was 1966 - that was Hugo win date.
tipoff from my official Stardew source @sharpestrose.bsky.social
a fun retrospective, and I enjoy ConcernedApe's, like, self-conscious humility
that said, new marriage partners CLINT 🤢 and Sandy 😴
I want me a hot lady carpenter with strong hands?? or maybe a hoary man of the sea possibly with actual barnacles in his pants
www.youtube.com/watch?v=geiT...
I have been insulated from these - micro triggers? boundary intrusions? insensitivities? - in Trauma Sensitive Yoga until recently but I am dead broke and thrown on the mercy of community health so I guess I have to suck this up, ugh
there was talk of weight loss talk (initiated by The Talker, to be fair), and disciplining/correcting the body, which is why I bounced off Pilates before. at least this person says imagine your pelvis as a cup - not there's a drinking straw in your vagina per previous person (get out of my vag thx)
I did indeed discover what is yogalates, and it included a fellow student who believed that every time the instructor gave an instruction, this was a conversational prompt inviting reply
Bond villain's backstory or what
Guy had quite a life
