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The name is actually misleading

You play the shoehorn by putting it in your mouth next to your teeth like a jaw harp

It still basically only makes one note

yep, some sort of weird anxiety spike so it was time for a Coyote Space Agency mission into low geosynchronous orbit for routine maintenance, if you know what I'm sayin'

* Blue Danube Waltz intensifies *

this Memorial Day let's reflect on how, by waving racist rhetoric of invasion as an excuse to attack unarmed civilians in our own country, Republicans have finally harnessed the money-making potential of war without having to face the PR disaster of Americans coming back dead or needing VA help

why I've been feeling less like there's things to live for, lately 

I've been realizing this morning, while awake in the middle of the night (well, sleep cycle) that what I find fulfilling in my life is interacting with other people, and feeling that I do things beyond just surviving a society which is a giant money making scam for rich people.

In the past few months

* interacting with people got shuffled around
* interacting with my parents has felt more necessary, and that's largely shelving my personality for 1 day of every 14 days
* politics turns trying to push back from an expression of self into a necessity
* GenAI limits where I feel I can post online without being scraped, while finally ending my hopes of going FT with art
* both politics and GenAI really hammer home that I'm surviving a society which is a giant money making scam for rich people

The initial monologue "THE GRID. A digital frontier. I tried to picture packets of information as they moved through the computer. Were they like BOOGERS? Were they stretchy, could you roll them up and flick them?" while popular with 10 year old test audiences, was edited to better fit the final movie

political complaint 

and y'wanna know what's practically worst thing about this needless, egregious BULLSHIT? It's that not only are the worst people in the world upsetting me while I'm drinking coffee, stitching images and listening to Louis Armstrong on a sunny day off, but my FRIENDS complaining reminded me they're fucking out there doing crap, and now I'm making YOU feel as bad as my friends just inadvertently made me feel.

“Where do you get shortbread?”
“About three shelves below the tallbread.”

It bugs me how my *actual* worries and self-doubts (for instance, any gender dysphoria) are completely buried and hard to separate out from all sorts of abuse issues, but 1) I guess that's true of everyone really and 2) if they could easily be separated out from a huge tangle I'd have resolved them years ago.

dream last night - I'm with a friend showing off these 90s vintage, West End Games Star Wars splatbooks I'd just bought, and we're looking at a fake ad for cybernetics. Black and white with 1990s awesome computer graphics of a head and a dissected hand. The text is something like "She sees his screens. He holds her hand" and I say something like "if my fingers looked like that they'd hurt more than they already do."

"Low Rider" => discovering "Up in Smoke" is free on YouTube => discovering "Point Break" is free on YouTube => discovering "Surf Nazis Must Die" is free on YouTube

I could potentially have a VERY stoned VERY SoCal themed weekend

"Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries!"
"My mother was a pure woman from a noble family. And, unlike some, I know who my father is."
"WAIT WAIT WAIT how did you learn our language?"

this DnD session I;

* helped defeat a bullette, pretty good for having been knocked down below 0 hp twice
* kept an unarmed, unarmored healer from getting into bullette bite range, and hauled an NPC to safety
* calmed and retrieved 2 oxen who ran away from the caravan during the resulting wildfire

Apparently at some point I became not only The AMAB Player Whose Characters are All Girls For Some Reason Can't Imagine What

but also The AMAB Player Whose Characters are All Icelandic Named Girls

So apparently I'm a Bjorkaboo or something.

last night - originally I wanted to riff off the”Celtic elves” concept but I really couldn’t make the description of riastharae from the Tain work on the elf champion’s face. And in fact I’m unsure I successfully communicated it at all!

last night, since I feel things other than rage or despair sometimes.

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