Reflections

don't go into the humanities because they're unprofitable and don't go into stem cuz its getting torn apart right now and don't go into buisness because it's competetive and speculative and don't go into education because it pays like shit. Just lay on thr ground. Just lay on the ground.

okay there's a cover version of 500 Miles playing in this KFC by some coffee shop singer songwriter type and she's changed the lyrics so it's only 79 miles??

I thought I was having a mental break the first time but the chorus came around again and she definitely said "I would walk 40 miles and I would walk 39 more just to be the one who walked 79 miles". I'm sorry but that's just not far enough to be songworthy and it's also uncomfortably specific

also I'm in Scotland and I think an American singer doing this is a reportable hate crime here

https://www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/pixie-lott-reveals-draw-remake-37184973

oh god it's an English singer that's even worse

The really unfortunate thing about mental health progress is that sometimes you realize you've made it in the form of "wow, I haven't felt this bad in a fucking while"

On the one hand it's a bit of a pick me up in a dark place to know that this will pass because it has passed before on the other hand sometimes it isn't entirely a pleasant thought to go "wow, I used to feel like this all the time. That was pretty fucking bad. It's pretty bad right now too also."

Someday your current baseline will be the sort of thing you consider A Really Bad Day. It does get better.

being turned on by proficiency makes going to concerts really embarrassing. yes you got up in front of me and sang a beautiful song for 2 hours and now i want you to hit. I’m no better than a songbird

maybe next year instead of amateur fireworks on every block for hours and hours we can try holding up a single beautiful flower

anyways (I say this as someone who is deeply critical of the united states government, military, unchecked capitalism, police, etc) I am SICK of people treating america as if it has no cultural value or positives so….. I love u 85 million acres (bigger than italy) of national parks. I love u harlem renaissance. I love u groundhogs day. I love u sweet tea and fried chicken and jambalaya. I love u apple cider donuts and maizes on crisp autumn days. I love u 95k miles of coastlines and new england fisherman and hand knitted sweaters. I love u halloween where millions of people dress up and give candy to strangers and carve jack o’lanterns. I love u small talk and small towns and potlucks and bringing over casseroles to your struggling neighbors. I love u cowboys and ranch hands and arizonian cactus. I love u appalachian trail and dirtbikes and divebars. I love u sparklers and fireflies. I love u mark twain and toni morrison and emily dickinson and henry david thoreau. I love u rock n roll i love u bluegrass and hippies i love u jimi hendrix and nirvana and CCR and janis joplin. I love u victorian houses and jonny appleseed and john henry and mothman and bigfoot. I love u foggy days in the pacific northwest and neon signs and roadside attractions. I love u baseball and 1950s diners and soft serve. I love u native american art and pop art and poptarts. I love u blue jeans and barbecues and jazz musicians 

I absolutely adore dogs but I think dog haters are (usually) more justified than cat haters wrt their reasoning

intellectually i understand that ds9 probably has sonic washing machines or whatever but i think the station should have a coin-operated laundromat (you must go to quark's to exchange cash into Quark Coins to use it) and i think there should be drama wherein someone removes garak's wet clothes from the washing machine and leaves them in a heap on a table. and of course he finds out who did it by hacking the security cameras and promptly rigs the washing machine to explode the next time they use it.

julian always forgets to take his washing out and every time someone else puts it in the dryer for him to be nice. four years in and he still believes that there's a hidden transporter function in the machines that take the wet clothes and zap them over to the dryer automatically

Truly awful fifteen minutes in there late one night when both Garak and Kira turn up because they thought it would be quiet but no. Garak gnawing his knuckles in agony because Kira is throwing everything in together and not sorting them into piles for different temperature washes. Will she thump me now because I’ve spoken to her, or will she thump me later because she’ll know I could have saved her, and why is this my life.

Jake and Nog do, at some point, accidentally install a hidden transporter function, but instead of zapping your washing into the dryer, it zaps one sock per wash into the transporter buffer on the Defiant. Years later, this upsets a delicate first contact situation in the Delta Quadrant when O'Brien thinks to clear out the ol' buffer while in orbit and causes the heavens over a pre-warp society to rain socks for days.

if you aren't best friends with your lover and a little bit in love with all your friends than what's the fucking point