Certified Mess™

"you should be at the club" i should be in the woods. performing the ritual.

I won't ever get over the removal of headphone jacks, or micro sd slots, or cd drives. I won't. Fuck everyone and everything

oftentimes the appeal of a character is that they are a loser who sucks and their soul and their essence is that of a greasy stoner and then you check the fanart and theyre being drawn like pop stars and its just not right. it just aint right

there seems to be a fundamental disagreement between microwave oven manufacturers and the producers of microwave meals over whether the customer should know the wattage of their microwave or if such details should be abstracted away from them

the microwave rice demands 800 watts of power for 2 minutes, but all the microwave can offer me three settings: one low, one high, and one somewhere in the middle. I turn it to the one in the middle as I happen to know 800W is the average power of most microwaves. the light comes on and the bag of rice starts slowly turning, but rather than hearing the usual rumble of the microwave, I instead start hearing short snippets of conversation - words snatched from the ether. the lights flicker and a chill runs up my spine. the voices remind me of those "spirit boxes" ghost hunters use. I double check the setting on the microwave. "ah," I say, remembering that I had set it to medium,

everytime i see this it makes me want to buy from them exclusively

The Dark Site Finder map lets you get a good sense of where near you might be good for stargazing.

before there was Online there was lying on the floor and studying the patterns of the carpet and tracing it with your finger