Iro

Well *I’d* pick you for my personal kingdom of most awesome people, so there.

That dance level was the longest 90 seconds of my life.

I can’t ever resist a new neal.fun game. Bow before my dubious achievement!

Yam Seng to @itreachesout.bsky.social and @wandererblue.bsky.social for the bitters (black Manhattan kind of day) #TheExpanse.

I can’t believe you still have them, this makes me so cozy. Yam seng, kopeng!

It was great to have you! And thank you so much, what a tremendous honor.

Timeline cleanse

I'm in this group! I think this was my favorite panel at Dragon Con this year.

According to Dragon Con, 110 students followed me out of the classroom today to sing in Ghor in the halls. Goosebumps!

I hope some of these wonderful beings see this.

#Andor #Ghor

I sure did! A bunch of people took pictures with me, but I forgot to take one of myself. Oops! I will get back in it tomorrow when I’m finished with my Andor costumes. :)

T-4 hours to Lang Belta class! Watch me level up my teaching difficulty by wearing Drummer's incredible 25kg exoskeleton.

The #DragonCon student crew is always the very best of the best, I'm so happy to be back. See you soon in Marriot M301!

#TheExpanse

Zohran leads a RIDICULOUS pace for the Bus vs Pedestrian race on 34th St. God I love this town.

Illugi Pétur Ágústsson þjóðhetja

When you register your name in the Icelandic phonebook you can choose to state your profession. And they have a pretty loose definition of what exactly a profession entails.

This person for example has opted for „þjóðhetja“. It means „National Hero“.

I’ve added you to this starter pack! Wa koming gut!

⚠️Attention! Attention! May I have your Attention! ⚠️

Watch, The Expanse… please 🥹

One of my all time favorite Sci-fi shows! I finally got my friend hooked on it and I must continue my mission to get others as well 🫶🤭

Okay, I feel better having let that out.

Back to my own sewing project, which absolutely might come out hideous, but at least will be made out of somewhat logical materials and not make me feel like I’m being forced to cosplay as the grocery bag of grocery bags under my parents’ kitchen sink.

Horrific thought: Are they… making these women make their own concert outfits at home? Surely not, but now that I’ve said it, I can’t get away from the idea.

Would explain the wildly varying hems, and why none of these stretchy-looking dresses seems to have met a serger.

but then why literally underline all the chests? Whyyyyy?

But at least they all have perfectly matching pearl necklaces (that look like cheap party favors against the white, and are the perfect length to sit weirdly and highlight creases).

But back to the snark, WHY MAKE THE GIANT SLEEVES SO SHORT?! Now everyone’s mix of Apple watches and hair elastics is just highlighted against the white, they have to worry about what their hands are doing, and the varying sleeve length is yet another way to miss cohesiveness by a mile. Whyyyyyyyy.

The performers from the first image, seen from the side. The cropped top portions of the outfits are all hanging at different heights and angles on different body types.

Oh NO. I didn’t think these could possibly get worse, but the design from the side is just plain mean.

There’s no attempt to look uniform on the diversity of body types, and the mess of tents/awnings/tarps REALLY draws the eye… oddly.

Now I just feel bad, wearing this would make me feel terrible.

A group of people in their aforementioned dresses get cheerfully out of a golf cart on the Temple Square grounds. The full outfit is visible, with white skirts reaching almost to the ground and closed-toed black shoes sticking out.

Wearing flimsy white lace-trimmed camisoles pulled way down over the hips under every single shirt was very much What The Cool Modest Girls of Utah did in the 2000s, so I can’t say they’re failing at brand recognition here.

But THOSE HEMS. And the (almost?) matching skirts! Most cursed layer cakes.

What is happening here?? The longer I look, the more confused I get.

Which hems are sadder? The thin uneven ones around the crop tops, or the giant puckered satin-trimmed abominations around the sleeves and under…things? Why do they have both?

From the shoulders up, they look like the offspring of a cathedral cotta and a jersey-knit dress. Ugly, but not criminally unhinged.

But then —

THE CROP TOP!

At first glance, it looks like they’ve got an understitched facing on their necklines… and all put their dresses on inside-out.

A BlueSky error message. Error: Not Found. Upstream service unreachable.

Apparently I angered Mormon God.

Okay, we’re back!

The women’s section of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir performs, wearing expressions of strained religious ecstasy. They’re wearing multi-layered white outfits that I will attempt to describe but will not be able to do justice. They sort of resemble stereotypical choir robes at the shoulders and chest, with boat necklines and wide sleeves, except they appear to be made of jersey and are abruptly cropped just below the bust with an extremely narrow, puckered hem. The effect is as if someone found a row of robes on hangers and hurriedly and maliciously took shears to the bottom two thirds, like a prank by mean high school girls. The underlayer is tunic-length and tight across the stomach and hips, pulled down over a straight long skirt in what seems to be the same material. The sleeves and underlayer hem are trimmed with the messiest, wrinkliest inch and a half of shiny white satin you’ve ever seen in your life. Sewing machines were definitely harmed in the making of this photo. The sleeves are bracelet length-ish, showing Apple watches and varying amounts of arm. Each ensemble is finished with a pearl necklace, which pools unevenly in the folds and creases in the outer robe.

This is possibly the pettiest rant in the world, but I am UTTERLY TRANSFIXED by the hideousness of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir concert outfits in the NYT article today and I need to yell about it. Qualifications: I sew and have sung in a lot of choirs.

Look at this. What?? is happening? here??

Oh, absolutely. It’s *entirely* a movie about the school education had by those men and their ilk, not about the historical Roman Empire.

I’m not qualified to opine on making jokes when posting about research (or using them in paper titles), but I figured I’d add the context just in case. :)

I’m glad to have helped! I nearly scrolled past, but couldn’t stop thinking how *severely* troubling that sentence would be (both in meaning and in construction) absent its context as a well-worn joke.

I’m so sorry, I truly can’t tell whether you and @sarahmay1.bsky.social are doing a bit with absolute bone-dry delivery, or sincerely concerned about the wording. Just on the off chance it’s the latter, the post is riffing on a quote from Monty Python’s Life of Brian, intended to be ridiculous.

I fundamentally agree with Jules here, but this piece absolutely throws non-binary people to the wolves by identifying our identities as products of this transgender liberalism, rather than recognizing that our identities have been weaponized against us.