Mirri Glasson-Darling

I'm to that stage of ankle injury recovery where I can do enough hiking that I get a taste of the possibility of full return, but I've unavoidably lost a bit of the old fitness and ankle things still hurt randomly.

In short, I am grumpy, impatient and ungrateful.

That's pho, my friend. Pho is for breakfast in Vietnam.

Arrogant.

@scottmcnee.bsky.social is gonna be so jealoussss

Ugh. Feeling down about writing. Me and everyone else, right. Boring. Social media is a place for posting about cats and witty repartee, not reaching out about insecurities. What is it, 2011.

A photo of a copy of the 2020 Bloomsbury edition of Piranesi by Susanna Clarke. The cover, depicting a faun on a corinthian pillar is designed by David Mann, using Shutterstock images.

"These are the Drowned Halls.
On the Periphery of this Region the Waters are shallow, tranquil and covered with water lilies, but in the centre they are deep and treacherous, full of broken Masonry and drowned Statues."

Happy birthday Susanna Clarke.

I love pastel de natas, have wondered for years if the Sainsbury's pastel de natas are any good, finally tried one still warm today and. No. They are not.

if I were a ghost I would simply not allow myself to be busted

mood

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so many of the things so-called AI does already existed, and they were better. We already had very good transcription software.

shifting to AI is just unnecessarily injecting Clippy into the process.

"It looks like you're trying to --" NO I AM NOT SHUT UP. DO NOT SPECULATE. TRANSCRIBE

I have faith ♡ some magic solution will present itself.

😆 the secret in this case was deciding to move an end table that was not being as useful. But we have one of those sets where they can all go underneath each other etc.

I don't want to brag, but I found space for another bookshelf in our house.

If u are having a bad day, just kno that my friend's cat she's cat sitting accidentally stepped in her own fresh cat box poo last night, freaked out, and ran all around the flat with poo covered paws.

May you too howl with laughter at the volumes of this poor distressed bad-bathroom-luck kitty.

TBC...?

Well, I may be the last queer woman under 40 to get a crush on Chapelle Roan, but don't worry, I got there.

I was unprepared, as an American, for the weird, ubiquitous party-time love the UK has for the song "Mr Brightside" by the Killers.

Adagio for Strings came on shuffle during my walk to work as I was desperately looking for a toilet.

Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world,... I feel like I can't take it. And my heart is just going to cave in.

Swallowing my ibuprofen with coffee in the morning like God intended.

Just reread a poem packet I sent out on submission and I still like them but so help me god every single one mentions the moon. Someone revoke my poet card.

It’s important to me to feel a little excited about my outfit every day

I need everyoneto know that the cat just came into the room, farted, (audible regular human fart volume) then took off running at top speed away from the sound like a rocket.

There's been enough repeated success now I think I can say it: I have figured out how to cut my own hair VERY well and will now be doing it for the rest of my existence. 🌟

Our polite little rescue cat must finally be getting over his past traumas because in pure cat form the little butthead play-bit/scratched my hand at the end of a tummy rub this morning.

In sprained ankle news, I can walk up to 4 miles it seems as long as I rest with foot up for 10 minutes after every mile. Beyond happy at this tiny win! Thank god I'm sure there will be enough stress around every corner to ruin it lol.

I just saw a guy I used to think was really cool with a soul patch and now I (correctly) think less of him.

I am, at my core, a person who always owns a pair of red corduroys.

The dog I lived with in Alaska before has died. :( RIP Pippin. You were a wonderful boi. I remember him freaking out about the sound of humpback whales on camping trips, puking up seaweed and watching the sun rise. Our windows were smeared in snot from his sneezes. I freaking adored him. ♡