kasran, fourier transfemme @typhlosion@awoo.space

this morning, i believed cringe was dead. this afternoon i attended a meeting where a middle-aged software engineer working for the government unironically said "awesomesauce" during a meeting. now i'm not so sure

one of those erotic sushi bars where you eat the food off someone's body but it's chicken wings

are we gonna declare independence from britain again

does anyone know of any, like, decently ethical companies for getting stuff like custom printed t-shirts? when i get famous and start my merch empire, i want to keep the exploitation of child labor to a minimum. well more realistically i want a "grao" shirt just for myself to wear tbh

sorry, you can't dig here. a 7yo informed me that there's a labyrinthine network of sewer pipes crisscrossing right underneath this vacant lot

if your child likes drawing with chalk on the sidewalk, teach them how to draw underground infrastructure annotations to confuse and disorient public works officials

freddie mercury was famously bad at hide and seek. not five minutes into a game he'd start singing "can anybody find meeeeee~"

the scariest thing i can think of is that we have been so inundated with bad news over the past few years that i can hardly even come up with a way to effectively engage with social anxieties through horror anymore without just thinking whatever is on screen has a good chance of actually happening in the near future

hally happoween

i just now realized the melody in the losing horn from price is right is the fucking motif from the theme of the show

see you, space bopboy...

cowbee boybop

it's kind of funny that the only time parasocial relationships really get a specific reaction out of me is when i feel bad for not liking someone's work

it makes me sad because her production chops are legit and i love her instrumental music but when she sings i just. behh

am i the only one who bounces hard off of patricia taxxon's singing voice

yeah you could only do one season of it but it'd be so cool as a deconstruction of the format