I have a comically large pompom atop one of my toques. It’s so big that the pompom-to-toque ratio is nearly 1:1. People have difficulty resisting commenting on it. Small children point at my head. I might’ve even upset someone’s dog yesterday. Had the dog been off-leash, it’d have lunged at me for a taste of whatever critter they thought to be sitting on my head.
I spent the majority of my days off indoors. I finished French knotted the former Miss. Bouiver’s beehive and I am well on the way to completing my second embroidery project. I could finish it this week, except I found myself lying on the floor on Sunday night after smoking a bowl from my wee pipe. While high, I became more conscious of the strain I’d put on my back from hours of sitting on the couch, hunching over my embroidery project.
I stopped going to the public pool on Thursday mornings after I had my surgery in October. Then, it was because infection was a concern, and I was back on antibiotics. Then, I didn’t want to be judged by senior citizens in wet swimsuits because of my teeth.
I wasn’t ready to return to fitness, and I regret it. This Thursday will be a no-go as I have another surgery in two days. At the very least, I can do some stretches in the semi-privacy of the living room. As soon as the pain leaves my face, I could also set up the indoor trainer. At any rate, I’ll be reactivating my Zwift membership once I run out of excuses.
Two and a half hours of embroidering were spent watching a movie. Midsommar was just the right pace to follow while crafting simultaneously. The aesthetics of the film were unexpected, far from what one would expect in the horror genre: beautiful, sunny landscapes, brightly coloured flowers, and maypole dancing. I guess discovering a pube in a pie is a unique type of horror. Yet, it is far from the worst scene in the film.
I’ve become re-invested in learning about cults again. Every night before bed, I spend 30 minutes to an hour reading. I am reading Haruki Murakami’s Underground. The first half of the book is a compilation of interviews with those affected by the 1995 Tokyo gas attack. The latter half–the part I am currently on–is a compilation of interviews with those involved with the cult–Aum Shinrikyo–that carried out the gas attack. So, the people interviewed in the book’s latter half are much more interesting.
“Our training started to include being hung upside down. Anyone breaking commandments had their legs tied up in chains, and they were hung upside down. It doesn’t sound like much if you just described it.”
It doesn’t sound like much?!
“…many of the people who were hung upside down like that are still in Aum. They’d suffer, be taken to the edge of death, and then be kindly told ‘You did well.’ And they’d think, ‘I was able to overcome the trials given to me. Thank you, O Guru!”
I wasn’t expecting the book to be almost entirely transcribed interviews, but it’s a compelling read.
Even on Garbage Island, I am forming a cult of my own:
I’ve found a way to re-use the Poo Play sign:
I’ve also used my fridge to exercise my creativity:
This was inspired by my roomie showing me a recommended post that appeared in his Reddit feed. The post itself wasn’t noteworthy, but I saw the subreddit’s name, r/mildlypenis and called him out on it.
Startled by my accusation, he claimed he’d never seen the sub before.
Then, today, it was recommended to me.
Even though the roomie showed the post to me ON HIS PHONE. Reddit claims it’s similar to r/ATBGE (Awful Taste But Great Execution). I disagree.
But I took the genital intensity theme and ran with it:
squaremeat.com 