Abby

Does it count as blonde blindness if I’m aware of what I’m doing and also I’m doing it in a gay way?

Coworkers in other departments: oh my god why are you leaving?
Me, who has worked 118 hours in the 11 days: AW GEEZ MAN I DUNNO

Oh my god, they hit the Phantagon.

“How are you doing today, Abby?”

Well I’ve been blasting Famous Last Words on a single repeat since 8am this morning, which certainly saying SOMETHING about how I’m doing right now-

Lmao jokes on me I’m leaving my job and moving back to my old city, old era won.

Me: o wise oracle, tell me of my fortunes

The 15 year old kid across from me on the F train with a clip on tail and a smosh shirt: youre a fucking nerd and your teeth are ugly

Me: thank you, o wise one

Remember to do a small kindness for someone you love today.

Me: “Military propaganda in our media is incredibly pervasive and deeply harmful to our cultural psyche.”

Also Me: *chowing on popcorn watching Top Gun: Maverick for the 73rd time this week* UGHHHH big plane go zoom SO FAST-

Grandma was popular at Christmas dinner.

Don’t forget that your actions ARE who you are as a person.

You want to be a reader? Read. You want to be hard worker? Work hard.

Words and ideas mean nothing until they become actions.

My roommate’s birthday was in late November, and the balloon has held up remarkably well, but we needed to figure out how to make it seasonally appropriate to match our other decor. I think we did a pretty solid job, all things considered.

hey siri can u get scurvy from eating nothing but cauliflower

Added “I’m an effete, hubristic, classicist academic who will rant poetic about ancient philosophy and wax poetic about Beowulf” to my Hinge profile while living in a deep red zone. Let’s see how this particular experiment goes.

It’s really important that you understand that at any given point, if you looked into my brain, there’s about a 43% chance I’m either thinking about the West Wing, or the band Ghost. Like- that’s the brainrot. That’s almost all of it. Right there.

IM SLEEPY.

Me: I can win therapy, this is normal and okay.

*Makes therapist cry from my trauma*

Me: Fuck no not like that please-

I know pretzels and nacho cheese can’t fix everything, but I am convinced it can make everything a solid 12-15% better.

Wait that is hysterical

I think I would be significantly happier in this new era of my life if the previous one didn’t keep trying to rattle my windowsill at 4am

Really gonna need one of those cool indie ttrpg shows that has some of my tiktok mutuals from back when i still created dnd content to invite me to play with them bc i haven’t been anything but the dm in YEARS-

Uh oh. I fear I feel the Top Gun hyperfixation reemerge.

AND SOMETIMES SHARKS ATTACK THE INTERNET TUBES THATS INSANE

Good morning! Happy Friday! Go do a small kindness for yourself today, okay?

Long day, Hank?

You ever remember the internet is carried across the ocean floor by fiber optic cables as thick as a garden hose?

No quippy thoughts, that’s just fucking wild, right?

Emily Wilson, the only correct answer.

Teef

Ah but the Aeneid is doing something different than the Iliad. The Iliad is recounting a tale, the Aeneid is almost a trial of sorts.

It begs the question “how does this man, a GOOD man, manage to anger Juno to the point of action?”

It’s best to imagine Virgil as an old timey southern lawyer here.

I spend a lot of time thinking about this graph that shows each line of dialogue from the opening scene of The Social Network broken down by number of syllables in the line.