pedantic rambling

something stupid this way sucks

googling how to slip into a huge beautiful life meant for me

any tips for developing discipline? ive been going through life on a lackadaisical hedonist build but ive got a bunch of mysterious problems that i may or may not be at fault for

I'm not crying, you're crying.

i think the luckiest moment of my life - at least, the luckiest moment i'm aware of & can remember - was when i poured HOURS of wrist-grinding labor into nålbinding baby socks with no pattern & vague measurements pirated off a machine-made baby sock, and they turned out weirdly long and skinny. and then the baby was born with such weirdly long and skinny feet that the only socks that fit him were the ones i made. what a very specific little lottery to win.

keep thinking about how I wrote in my dissertation about how every time a new form of public/social space emerges it's immediately popular with kids and teenagers who see it as a chance at freedom and then adults colonise it and kick them out. this happened with malls in the 80s and diners in the 50s and pool halls in the 20s. my dad was doing research on this trend in like 1975. and I was like "yeah so this is going to happen to the internet" and then five years later every government suddenly decided to ban kids from everywhere online. I hate being right especially when I don't even get paid for it

Oh so it's okay to judge people for their words and actions now?

i love it when a fandom agrees on one particular portmanteau ship name and you can tell it’s because the alternatives are all atrocious. like i don’t know anything about glee but even i know that they only call it “klaine” because no one would be able to take it seriously if it was “blurt”

“i love the hunger games. everlark is my OTP” oh i see someone’s too good for “peeniss” huh

incredible sounds happening here

i beat myself up for not knowing enough about my special interests a lot but then i remember the average person off the street has no idea what the carboniferous is and i feel better

are you really bad at it or are you in "good at it" spaces

god last night after a longass day i got to my campsite too late to buy firewood anywhere so i had to go into the woods to chop some deadwood myself but then i somehow didn't have my headlamp so after i had my armful of wood i was carrying my flashlight in my mouth and by the time i had the fire going and cooked dinner and got to bed i was too tired to move. i didn't even set up a tent i just got into my sleeping back in the dark and then i woke up an hour later to Little Bird bristling and growling like there were a lion upon us and as i rose out of my haze i heard the telltale "meep" of an american woodcock. truly we were under siege.