metaphortunate | Reading

So I had a kind of ludicrous college assignment to spend all of the past academic year working on a single verse of Torah, with some restrictions on what we were allowed to pick so it couldn't be one of the really famous ones. And I managed to get invited to give a sermon last week, when the Torah portion we read included my verse.

Just to sneak in under the wire while it's still the right week for it, here is my 2000 word summary of a year of intense academic work.

Current Mood: accomplished

oursin

Happy birthday,

sollers!

roadrunnertwice

Hey by the way!! I don't think I mentioned it here yet, but a month or two back, I finally notched that Mushihimesama (maniac mode) 1cc that I was working on! A pointless but incredibly satisfying achievement. 📺 I got a video of it up on YouTube if you're interested (you are not required to be interested).

Dealing with the gauntlet of stage 5 kind of unlocked a couple things in my brain, especially around routing bullet cancels. (Certain large enemies will erase all enemy bullets on death, and you often want to carefully time this to guarantee a safe recovery from a bunch of other enemies making the screen unlivable. This means you have to treat the scariest baddies as a precious resource, which is fascinating.)

Anyway, that's my first proper clear of a Cave title. I'm back to working on Ketsui, which I like better than Mushi but which I had put aside for a bit once I realized I was close to a Mushi clear if I focused.

Ketsui doesn't really have alternate modes or difficulties (unless you count the oddball arranged modes included in the M2 port), and it also doesn't have "rank" (dynamic difficulty, where the aggression scales depending on player actions) — it just presents the same impossible-looking wall to every player. But at the time I originally picked it up, I found that weirdly comforting — there was no question of whether I was "doing it right" or choosing the appropriate mode, you know? Pick your ship, approach your target, and attack.

oursin

For many years in my former job I was involved in the compilation of - actually at first it wasn't even a database, it was a paper-based reference guide - what became a database of information about a certain class of archives, and then once it became a database I was largely responsible for keeping the data updated at moderately regular intervals -

Oh yes, and because the public interface, which was hosted by Another Organisation, could only handle fairly basic searches, my workplace fielded requests for more complex interrogations. (Plus a stream of queries from people who had not found what they were looking for, because the information was not there: and there was no Sekkrit Hidden Information they could access by Asking An Archivist).

I realise that I had put intermittent time and effort into this project over nearly 40 years by the time I retired.

And then the whole thing got abandoned and a very very minimalist version was the only thing available, fume mutter.

There was a revival of interest just over a year ago, and lo and behold, it is being reanimated with a new digital interface.

I am gratified.

Further reason for gratification: renewal of my Fellowship.

firecat

”You Don’t Need a New Mac, You Need a New Keyboard” by Alex Blake

This article annoyed me, because I prefer mechanical keyboards but I’ve never had one that lasted more than a year before developing repeating keys and dead keys. My Apple keyboards have lasted longer. If you have a mechanical one that has lasted, what make/model is it?

PS/FYA: Alex boasts he’s been “dabbling in Apple tech since he first got an iPhone 3GS.” That was released in 2009. Stop making me feel old, kid. —firecat, dabbling in Apple tech since 1984

oursin

Happy birthday,

hazelk!

tablesaw

Watched The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas and Muppet Treasure Island. I think Curry may have been born to play Long John Silver, more than any other role.

oursin

What I read

Two recent litfic type works that I saw reviews of around and that were Kobo promotions: Gwendoline Riley, The Palm House (2026) about which I was somewhat meh, and Alex Hyde, Exhibition (2026), which I liked rather more, I thought it was being slightly less that englamoured by posh person narrative than some of the reviews had hinted, though I am still a bit wondering how somebody based on 1990s Young British Artists was both part French and posh.

Then for a change read Doug Johnstone, A Dark Matter (The Skelfs, #1) as a) the latest episode in the series got a moderately positive write-up by Literary Review's crime reviewer, and an omnibus edition was on promo from Kobo. Not entirely sold, but one never knows with the first in a series how it is going to go: I thought this was a bit throwing in everything but the kitchen sink, possibly a bit too much going on? but might try another one.

And then at coughingbear and hano's Mah'v'l's Pahty I met Roz Kaveney and in the course of conversation fangirled about the Rhapsody of Blood series, and realised that I had doubtless missed a lot in the final volumes because of the lapse of time over which they were coming out (2012-2023) and decided to re-read the whole thing from the beginning, which I had not ever done. So have already read Rituals (Rhapsody of Blood, #1) (2012).

On the go

Roz Kaveney, Reflections (Rhapsody of Blood, #2) (2013).

Up next

Resurrections, Realities, and Revelations (Rhapsody of Blood, #3-5).

Also must read Dorothy Richardson, The Trap (Pilgrimage, #8) (1925) for online book group, also Cold Comfort Farm for in-person group.

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It may be of interest to some of dr rdrz that Naomi Mitchison's The Conquered (1923) is now available via Project Gutenberg.

liv

Recently read

Cyteen, by CJ Cherryh. (c) CJ Cherryh 1988, Pub 1995 Warner Books, ISBN 978-0-446-67167-9
He, she and it, by Marge Piercy. (c) Marge Piercy 1991, Pub Del Rey 2016, ISBN 9781473529724

Back to back rereads of two feminist SF classics from 35 years ago. I didn't quite intend to put them together but there might be something in the juxtaposition. I picked Cyteen as my homework book, because I'd been meaning to reread it and I reckoned it was dense and thinky enough to have something to say about it. And then the same prof picked He, she and it as the intro book for a new theological SF reading group she's starting.

( Cyteen )

( He, she and it )

Anyway, this reminds me that you should read

mrissa's excellent piece on rereading!

Currently reading

A little history of mathematics by Snezana Lawrence. Snezana is a member of my community and I asked for this as a Chanukah present. I've been kind of dipping into it rather than reading it cover to cover, but it's so much better than all the popular maths books I was devouring as a teenager. Firstly it doesn't assume that maths was invented in Classical Greece and then nothing happened until Newton and Leibniz (except maybe there were some exotic oriental types who invented the word 'algebra'). It looks at maths from a definitely European perspective, but is still interested in what was going on elsewhere in the world whether or not Europeans were aware of the advances at the time. It has women in it other than Hypatia. I mean she was cool, but she was not the only female mathematician in history.

There probably isn't a perfectly goldilocks amount of maths in a popular maths book, but I think aLHoM strikes a good balance of explaining mathematical insights and advances without making the reader go through all the equations or geometric diagrams step by step to be able to understand things. It also has the most gorgeous chapter headings, woodcuts drawn by Kat Flint, and a really lively narrative style that makes historical figures seem real.
Breaking Binaries by R Elli Tikvah Sarah. I have a kind of complicated history with R Elli but we had a really profound conversation earlier in the summer, and also their latest book has a chapter about people who are neither fully Jewish nor fully outside the community, which is probably what I want to work on for my final thesis. I think of R Elli as primarily an activist; they were a key figure in the fight for same-sex marriage in the early 1990s. I'd sort of forgotten that they're an incredibly lucid interpreter of the Bible, and I'm getting a lot out of the book even before I get to the Beyond the Jew / Non-Jew Binary chapter.

Current Mood: relaxed

oursin

Happy birthday,

hivesofactivity!

jesse_the_k

I've loved her music, songwriting, acting for most of my life.

The Dolly Parton's America podcast educated me about just how bold a pioneer she was.

oursin

Bit of a theme going on, maybe, given that there is a significant history of cars as phallic symbols....

Speeding for online glory: the internet subculture where young men drive dangerously for likes.

This is not like that thing that I vaguely recall from my youth - and it was a US thing at that - featured in movies and pop songs - hot rod/drag racing.

The fast-driving internet trend on TikTok, Instagram and YouTube is fed by footage shot from a driver’s perspective of cars going “#fullsend” – the jargon for roaring down dual carriageways – and “#gapping” or “#swimming”, as in weaving dangerously through packed traffic.
....
Several factors are behind this trend, experts say. Young men have long been sensation seekers with a tendency to push whatever limits adults impose, according to Sonia Livingstone, professor of social psychology at the London School of Economics and an expert in social media harms.
Social media now extends the momentary thrill of speed with the promise of clout and glory as the drivers’ exploits spread through the internet. It is a case, Livingstone said, of “putting their foot down in the offline world knowing it wins them points in the online world”. If views rise high enough, there is also the prospect of cash rewards from some of the social media companies.

Okay, so fame, in the form of 'likes' and possibility of 'fortune' but I wonder about whether it also wins the favours of persons of the desired gender? (Please advise, Prof Freud.)

(There seems to have been maybe more going on than just sensation-seeking internet trend in the incident precipitating the think-piece: Five more arrested over crash that killed seven people including two police officers, in which organised crime appears to have been a factor.)

This article is about the startling lung-health benefits of ULEZ: but I have to wonder what the impact of lower speed limits/encouragement of cycling etc in London has been on rates of traffic accidents.

skygiants

I admit as someone who has now experienced many and various Moby Dick riffs over my time on this Earth I did not have hugely high expectations for Alexis Hall's Hell's Heart, pitched proudly on its front cover as SAPPHIC MOBY DICK IN SPACE!, but in fact it made me laugh out loud at least three times in the first couple dozen pages:

1. opening verbatim with the Nathaniel Hawthorne dedication
2. followed by an 'etymology & extracts' that includes among other things a quote from Jupiter Ascending
3. Queequeg ("Q") comes from a low-tech but socially Utopian post-collapse Earth whose "idol" (identified as such by "I") is a little Hitchhiker's Guide-esque translation pad and who speaks politely baffled Latin
3.5. Narrator looks at the audience and says, I have to explain some social context to you in case this book becomes inexplicably popular 30 years after I die and you don't know what I'm talking about --

The social context, for the record, is that we're in a dystopian capitalist deep-space future dominated by three major churches: the Church of Life, the Church of Liberty, and the Church of Prosperity, and you can imagine what these things look like. (The church that believes that the entire universe will someday be devoured by a big space ~~leopard~~ squid but the faithful will be devoured last is a fringe movement, but one with some bearing on the plot.) The domes under which most of humanity survives are powered by 'spermaceti' from space Leviathans that swim around the moons of Jupiter, hence the thriving deep-space whaling industry. Our protagonist, "I," is a depressed former schoolteacher in the Church of Prosperity wrestling with a loss of faith, pursued by corporate debt, and haunted by the memories of her voyage on the whaleship Pequod, which she recounts to us piece by piece over the course of this narrative (interspersed, of course, with philosophical musings, entertaining worldbuilding, and numerous memes.)

So, Hell's Heart is affectionate, satirical and clever, tonally and structurally both deeply in conversation with the OG Moby Dick and with Our Present Moment, much like a really dedicated Yuletide fic, and I had a good time reading it! Also much like a really dedicated Yuletide fic, it features a lot of sex in various combinations. 400K, Ishmael/Queequeg, Ishmael/Ahab, Ishmael/Starbuck, past!Starbuck/Ahab, Ishmael/OCs, etc. (All women, except for Starbuck who's nonbinary.) I understand the impulse but TBH I think the Moby Dick dating sim element of it all does the book a bit of a disservice -- or, maybe not the book itself, but the characters. "I" herself is an interesting if slightly differently flavored mess from original Ishmael but the more "I" has to remind me verbatim that "A" is devastatingly hot and compelling every time she enters a scene the less I believe her ... put that energy into showing, not telling! I'm effortlessly enthralled by Original Ahab! You don't need to yassify her! Also I understand why, in writing a contemporary first-person novel, one does sort of feel the need to put "I" in every scene so we understand why she knows what's happening but I am sorry to see the Ahab & Starbuck tension, which is dear to me, lose some of its force and power because a.) a generic "exes" is so much less interesting than "two longtime coworkers from the same small specific religious community who turned out Like This and Like That respectively" and b.) the book is much more interested in Ishmael's dynamic with each of them than their dynamic with each other.

On the other a.) and b.), a.) adaptations make choices and see characters in different ways and that is fine and part of the process even if I'm grumbling that this is not my Starbuck and b.) really really funny to have the scene where Starbuck almost shoots Ahab play out almost exactly as in the book except Ishmael is also just there in Ahab's bed hanging out.

tablesaw

Worked late tonight as part of a production rotation for deployment emergencies. There was one, but I addressed it early, then spent most of the night waiting for other teams to deal with things.

Spent some time reading Peter Brook's The Empty Space. I thought I'd read it before, but I think I'd only read the chapter "The Holy Theatre" as an excerpt before. I'm trying to season the polemics with the appropriate salt, but it's still fun to read about "The Deadly Theatre." I find it amusing, over half a century later to apply the descriptions of Deadly Theatre to cinema in the age of the dying blockbuster: "There are occasional new movements, good new writers and so on, but as a whole, the theatre not only fails to elevate or instruct, it hardly even entertains." That certainly addresses how I feel about the Marvel output. But at the same time, the wide applicability counts against the argument. The Deadly is not theatrical, but aesthetically universal.

Haven't gotten deep into "The Immediate Theatre," but already I have taken a hit.

The actor who believes he may one day play Hamlet has endless energy: the one who sees that the outside world is not convinced he will ever play a lead is already tying himself into painful knots of introspection with a consequent need for self-assertion.

laceblade

I saw My Chemical Romance perform in Detroit last Friday, the 21st.
This was a reprise of my having seen their "Long Live" the Black Parade show in Chicago one year earlier, with the same people:

were_duck,

jinjurly & spouse, and

raanve.

I almost didn't go on the trip b/c I was fucking exhausted. ( Other things I did in August. )

Anyway - I was fucking exhausted, but we made it and I did it even with some bad reflux here and there.

The show was great.
In Chicago, when we saw this basic show last year, the fascist imagery was kind of shocking to me, as was the pseudo-execution of five people as part of a skit. (Although I did cackle when Gerard Way said, "Thank you for your service!" upon their deaths.)

Back when My Chemical Romance toured their most successful album to date, The Black Parade, the tour was fucking epic and it ended with a show in Mexico City, where Gerard declared, "The Black Parade... is dead!" and they never performed the full album again. (They also went on hiatus for a few years before returning with a loose and delightful "Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys.")

The concept of this new tour, "Long Live the Black Parade" is interesting - they just... decided to go on tour. There's no new album, there has been a complete media blackout with no interviews or press tour, etc. The band is simply saying: here's some weird shit, you figure it out. To keep things fresh in lieu of new music, there's an elaborate dystopian future richly imagined down to its own alphabet, slogans, propaganda signs, etc. in the fictional country of Draag. The premise is that the band is performing the Black Parade album while imprisoned in a hospital where they are being brainwashed and de-programmed. It is implied that time is cycling them in a loop, and with each live show, there are slight variations: changes to jackets, killing one person on stage vs. another [before resurrection], testing the bounds of what they're allowed to get away with... and eventually maybe how they will rebel and break out?!?! This all is delicious for the fandom, which watches livestreams of the concerts and comb for new details to try and predict what will happen next. At both the Chicago and Detroit shows, you could see the Designated Lore Expert in each group of attendees explaining to their friends wtf was going on (or leaving it at, "idk, Gerard's doing some weird shit, I'm just here for the music").

All of which led up to: at our show, Gerard (fakely) SLIT FRANK IERO'S THROAT ON STAGE, KILLED HIM, AND THEN RESURRECTED HIM AND PET HIS HEAD and then sang him some of "Superstar" by The Carpenters. We screamed, we wailed. And this was like, the first thing that happened at the show lmao.

The imagery and such felt shocking to me last year, and this time just felt more artistically interesting, including all of the in-universe TV shows and such that are built into the stage performance.

Upon entry, we were handed a postcard souvenir, with a word written on it in Draag, and art resembling a depiction of a 19th century Soviet battle. I think each show got its own postcard, so fans can a) trade with one another, and b) try to decode wtf they represent. I am a little excited and curious to go look up what the other ones look like and what other people think about them.

The first half of the show ("A set"), they play through the entire Black Parade album and then symbolically burn the stage down. The band briefly disappears during an interlude with a cellist before they returned to a stage more in the middle of the crowd for their B set, a more traditional set list featuring the rest of their albums. I like this part of the show more - the guys are more relaxed, they're reacting to one another, they're wearing more comfy clothes, and are generally just looser. (I think the contrast is part of what makes that pleasant, though.)

Our full setlist can be found here at Setlist.fm, although for posterity and a future wrecked internet, the B set list is:
--Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough for the Two of Us
--Bury Me In Black
--Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
--Jack the Ripper (cover of Morrissey)
--Vampires Will Never Hurt You
--Vampire Money
--I'm Not Okay (I Promise)
--Helena
--S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W
--Zero Percent

In every live show's B-set, the band has tried to do one unique thing, so that each performance / group of fans "gets" something special to them that no one else gets. Ours were "double vampires," Jack the Ripper, and Zero Percent.

The fans themselves are so considerate and fun and happy. In the row in front of us, a woman arrived alone just before My Chem came on, and a girl next to her who was attending with her boyfriend took off a personally crafted bracelet with something specific to the show, and handed it to her, and they adorably spoke with one another a few times throughout the show. SO WHOLESOME, :*)

We ate some delicious food because Detroit, and also visited some bookstores. As I tweeted*, "Literally the only group of humans in the world to whom I would defer on bookstores to visit."

I also met

inlovewithnight.bsky.social for the first time - she seems to have some overlap with my irl comics club!
That fandom thing also happened where

raanve was like: I must take pictures of funny vanity license plates for X, and I was like WAIT, X?!?! I KNOW HER FROM GLEE FANDOM!!!!! :*)

( Books obtained )

*I don't use Twitter any more but I refuse to change my vocabulary.**
**Imagine having ADDED NOUNS AND VERBS TO THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE and then CHANGING YOUR BRAND away from that!!!

oursin

I am a bit irked that this article Driven by porn, social media and an obsession with looksmaxxing, more and more men are suffering from small-penis panic, leading them to extreme cosmetic procedures. Is the risk ever worth it? in yesterday's Observer is paywalled online.

On the other hand.... was it that good an article anyway.

Is this, historian asks, A New Thing? (Hardly.) (No, they did not talk to historians, though they did cite the thing about The Classical Greeks thought Small Was Beautiful.)

I suspect anthropologists would mutter that koro is Not The Same Thing, however dramatic a lead-in that is.

Anyway, somewhat buried in the text of the article it was pointed out that in the vast majority of cases, these men are Within The Normal Range, and their belief that their manhood is small and inferior is possibly something they should take up with a therapist, rather than spending $$$$ on dodgy and dangerous operations to willy-maxx.

Which we rather doubt contribute to anyone's pleasure?

Was reminded of TV doco I saw years ago (well years ago, pre-Viagra) about men seeking remedies for erectile problems, including injecting with papaverine (???) resulting in prolonged and painful erection, and implanting prosthetics. None of which sounded, well, enjoyable.

Current Music: Sweet, Little Willy

elisem

(I grew up across the street from someone who started every conversation with "So otherwise then," as a preamble to the news of the day. I forget exactly which part of Europe/Eastern Europe his family's mother language had been, but it came out as "So odderwise den," which tickled my parents immensely.)

So otherwise then, the sewer repair man has rescheduled his estimate appointment from earlier this morning to a time which will be after the emergency drain cleaner person he located and scheduled for us will have cleaned the drain out so that the sewer repair man can tell us whether this will be a $4K, an $8K, or a $15K-$18K fix. (We knew a fix had to be done, and we can now handle paying for one, though of course it'd be preferable to have the lower cost option and be able to roll any extra money into the replacement of the fallen retaining wall and deteriorating front steps... which in any sensible plan is the order in which these things should be done.)

Anyhow, the sewer repair man is very helpful and we are grateful, and likewise to the emergency drain cleaner.

So that's our morning here at Lindenhaus. So how's by you, den?

azurelunatic

Dreamed that I was trying to protect someone close to me from someone who had preyed on them, but they were an adult and not cooperating with the protection. I was so mad and frustrated.

Therapist should probably hear about this.

the_siobhan

Another week older and deeper in debt.

Today I went over to dad's place to see if I could be of use. I helped with some unpacking, did some tape measuring of spaces to help with decisions around ordering furniture, carted empty boxes and trash down to the recycling, and was the designated tall person when boxes need to be retrieved from stacks or things to keep were put into the storage locker. Then I hung out with dad while The Wicked Step Mother did a grocery run for things she can't get close by.

The new condo seems to be working out well. NO STAIRS. Dad has an en-suite bathroom so he's not getting lost when he gets up in the middle of the night. Their main grocery store is across the street, so TWSM is taking him with her for a short daily walk and he's been doing really well with it.

That specific stress-meter can be dialed back to a 4.

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Daughter came over twice this week and that was enough time to finish the digging out of the drainage pit. I got past the sand layer into Yet More Fucking Clay so that was when I said right, 5.5 feet (ish) is deep enough. I shaped it into a rough V and now we are filling it with gravel.

Now that the highly hazardous part is out of the way I can go back to going outside and working on it for an hour or so during the week.

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I came home one day last week to a hand-written flyer stuffed into my mailbox offering to clean my bins for $5 each. The houses in Toronto get three bins, one for compost which is collected weekly, and two for garbage and recycling, which alternate. The compost bin especially gets rank in the summer and I had been meaning to give it a scrub for months and never got around to it. So I'm like yeah, that's a reasonable price, I'll do it. And I texted the number on the paper.

I'm not sure what I expected. What I got was a very serious kid of maybe 13 years of age? (I suck at children's ages, but he looked like he would be around the same age as the gang of supposed 11 year-olds in Good Omens.) He brought a power washer, spoke authoritatively about psi and the merits of metal vs plastic hoses, and when he was done asked me very seriously, "How would you rate my service?" I was utterly charmed, tipped him well, and will probably text him next summer to see if he's still doing it.

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The bird feeder I put on my window is now my favourite daily soap opera. The sparrows have gone from a half dozen to thirty or so little gangsters, fighting and yelling about who gets to be the one to sit in the feeder and toss seeds down to their fellow bruisers.

The cardinal shows up two or three times a day and there is much squawking and huffing when she shows up. She's about twice their size and will chase them all off so she can sit and daintily eat her seeds without dropping a single one.

Once a bluejay showed up. I have never seen one that close before and had no idea how much bigger they are - easily over twice the size of the cardinal. I think he just showed up to see what all the fuss was about, because he grabbed a few seeds but hasn't been back.

Then yesterday I was brushing my teeth and could hear the usual clattering and squawking that meant the cardinal was throwing her weight around - then a loud thump and an exceptionally loud burst of upset bird voices. So I went to have a look.

There was a wild turkey on my deck.

She hung around for a while. Ate all the scattered seeds, took a long dust-bath in the pile of dirt in the yard. Ate some bugs. Then wandered off.

(For context, in downtown Toronto one sees rats, raccoons, skunks, and coyotes regularly. Rabbits and foxes frequently. Possums and groundhogs occasionally. The turkey is new.)

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Have started watching The Other Bennet Sister with the GF. So far I'm enjoying it, it's an enjoyable tribute to Austin's characters.

I think we're 4 episodes in? So far I just really want Mary to get past the point where she falls for every man she spends more than five minutes in a room with. I have never seen a woman who needed to get laid quite so badly as she does, but given that isn't available to her at least developing an actual social life would be the next best thing.

The daughter and I have just started Ride or Die. Hannah Waddingham plays an assassin and she's so James Bond coded it's hilarious. In the first episode she literally kills a guy, escapes on skis, and then picks up the bartender at the ski resort. It's the usual mindless buddy adventure film but it did make me laugh out loud a number of times.

And the way it centres female relationships is something I don't usually see in media. Not just the two central main characters, but there is a scene in a hostel where they are hunting down a con-man, and they tell the other girls in the hostel it's one of their ex-husbands - using the story of how the actual husband asked for a divorce. All the 20-somethings are so outraged they unite in an act of solidarity and hunt this guy down through an instagram photo. The scene is very Hollywood, but the actual dynamic is one I've encountered in women's bathrooms at clubs more than once so the spirit of it is very real.

Octavia Spencer plays the best friend. Having two middle-aged women who are treated as attractive by the narrative, especially two women who are not Hollywood skinny - definitely a thing I approve of and would like to see more often.

tablesaw

Set continued to fall apart, this time it was my fault.

When I checked my food props at the top of the show, I noticed some of the food had gotten knocked over, so I alerted the SM. When the SM went to reset the food, managed to strike them most of them. So when I was trying to manage some extra business, I hit a fake vent harder than usual. It came completely detached onto some folks. We went on, but the show was a bit off kilter after that.

Going to go get some food with Psyche and have a quiet evening.

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Sermon: Ki Teitzei 5786

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1cc: Mushihimesama

Reanimation of old project

Mechanical keyboards

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Hard Candy August

Wednesday the second book for essay review finally arrived

Reading Wednesday 26/8

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Dolly Parton, RIP

Mr Toad would be making crash videos....

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The Empty Space

Long Live the Black Parade (2026)

Always in crisis....

it never rains but it pours? fortunately that is also true of good people's helpfulness

Alas, dreams

hit me on the street while waiting to do nothing

Sixth Performance

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