Unhinged Soapbox

Cars regency au. It's called Carriages and goes about as well as you might imagine.

When I was a Wee Lassie (probably like 12) I had just read many books about children in the woods. So I put on my jacket and hauled my ass into the backyard to play Child Surviving in the Woods. At some point it started raining (and it was March so it was a COLD rain) and did that stop me? No! I parked under the play set to wait it out. From under here I looked at the garden bed and noticed carrot tops. This was unusual as we were still a few weeks out from doing the planting. IT WAS MIRACULOUS PROVISIONS (carrot sprouts that had survived the winter and were now growing in the spring melt). I dug my ice cold carrots out of the dirt and washed them in the rain before enjoying my wonderful meal under the play set. And I think this story says a lot about my parents who presumably were watching their strange daughter sit in the cold rain and dig up their dormant garden and just thought "Eh, she seems to be content and the backyard is fenced and safe. Let's leave her be."

Another anecdote from when I was a Wee Lassie (also probably about 12) is that I would often gather items from the yard and throw them into one of our window wells while pretending to be a Macbeth witch. This included pebbles, grass clippings, weeds, dandelions and clover flowers, mushrooms, and other odds and ends that blew into the backyard. This one my parents did put a stop to because they (understandably) didn't want to clean junk out of the window wells because that was a pain.

I just love the idea of Dracula thinking he’s outsmarted everyone by impersonating Jonathan. As if the locals are going to be fooled by the creepy-looking ghoul with the giant Fu Manchu mustache, wearing clothes clearly not made for him, who just crawled out a window and slithered down the side of a ravine, assuring everyone he is the recently kidnapped lawyer who is doing just peachy, thank you. Like this is WORSE than three kids on each other’s shoulders in a trench coat. If anything it’s like the Wayside School bunch of dead rats in a trench coat

I know I already made a post to this effect but it's so baffling to me when someone defends the fact that headphone jacks are slowly but surely getting phased out by smartphone manufacturers with some variations of "wireless headphones are more convenient anyway" bc like. If we're talking about convenience what I like about wired headphones is that they conveniently have a single plug that makes the same damn pair of headphones universally compatible with every single audio-output-capable device I own, from my phone and my computer to my fucking gameboy and my casette player, it doesn't get any more convenient than that.

my body knows something that i don’t and i can’t get her to talk to me

a squirrel or perhaps a cardinal posted this

What I mean to say is that it's very easy to delude yourself into believing you are more in tune with your environment when your environment is not actively hostile to your existence in every conceivable way

For this game of dodgeball, I will be specifically targeting the gayest and most autistic among you to eliminate. 

Okay so normal rules then

The part in Trans Rigs 2026 where they zoomed out on the truck then said "WE LOST EVERYONE! WHERE'S THE TRAILER?" is a top tier bit.

I don't need the chatgpt random algorithm to write emails for me because I already have a custom and 100% flawless algorithm called "writing the exact same three emails with the names changed"

"but op I work in an office I have to write way more emails than you" well that's your fault for working in an office i got nothing to do with that

to everyone who wants help with emails: go through the notes of this post. there are ideas I've never thought of and plenty of scripts for all kinds of situations/jobs