pinocchiology

weather authorities reportedly issuing a severe "wednesday alert" for tomorrow

I think making character playlists is good for you and connected to analysis skills in a very fun way and low investment way. I know its seen as quite trivial but to me it operates the same way looking at a lot of art builds ur skills passively. Yummy enrichment activity

i love you fairy tales i love you folklore i love you myths i love you stories as old as humanity itself i love you oral traditions i love you characters carried through time on my ancestors’ tongues i love you story i’ve seen a million ways and want to see a million more i love you archetypes i love—

idk if I talked about this here but so much of writing decisions are just about, like, rhythm and flow and sound. i spent way longer agonising over a joke about "weird chip flavour in a gay bar" than the joke really warrants because it was like, okay so obviously it would be prawn cocktail but this is an American gay bar, so actually I think it's cheese-and-onion because that's smelly and you don't want your patrons to be eating smelly chips because then they won't want to make out, but again the US does sour-cream-and-onion which is pretty close but really wrecks the flow of what is supposed to be a fun, snappy exchange of jokes because the meter is terrible (SOUR cream and ONion) so I had to go with salt-and-vinegar (SALT and VINegar) instead and that's how just how writing is. the curtains are blue because even though this character would almost definitely have electric green curtains, they need to match the colour of the curséd amulet and maybe there are electric green precious stones? quickly duckduckgo "electric green jewels" "electric green gemstones" "gemstones green scale" hmm okay maybe. but do my readers know this? but we all know about sapphires and shit, right, that's a good classic colour for an amulet, so i guess the curtains are blue now

The secret to happiness is thickly sliced homemade bread if you even care

the thing about fruit flies is that in the abstract, they live peaceful and irreproachable lives nibbling on overripe fruit and its attending microbes, but practically speaking they awaken some sort of primordial rage within me. Get off my bananas you little fucks

"He wouldn't say that" has a beautiful cousin, and her name is "That's Not What This Story is About".

a woman alone will download pdfs. two women together will send links and articles. three or more women? that’s a library

The way all the 2020s have done so far have been making me categorically against every new generation of tech that comes out is insane. Like I'm from a technological boom generation, saw the first portable phones, nokias & blackberries & flipphones etc, and the first smartphones, and the first ipods & ipads & tablets in general while still having cassettes & DVD & MP3 players around so I know how all of it work, I had computer classes in high school, I did the transition between home desktop computers to laptops and back to gaming computers. But then they started to put internet in your printer & microwave, everything has ads & AI now and every update is worst than the last. I literally loved technology and they ruined it

When I am king, we will valorize sanitation workers the way we currently valorize the military

So heroic posters showing trashmen battling allegorical monsters? I'm down.

Yeah but that's just the beginning. I also want Sanitation Worker Discounts at every business and blockbuster movie propaganda glorifying sanitation work. I want random people to salute garbage collectors and thank them for their service. I want drivers who get impatient with the recycling truck and honk at it and swerve around it to become social pariahs

My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying