I guess it’s just you and me, bird.
Continue reading “The Mildest of Posts.”Category: ruminations
9/11 wasn’t my day.
In super-recent, as of two minutes ago, news, my mouse has died. I’m using the touchpad instead, and it’s making me feel self-conscious about my tech skills.
9/11 was supposed to be New Tooth Day. The hygienist asked me how I was doing as I sat down in the dental chair. I was bursting with anxiety and confessed, “I’ve had so many setbacks that I’m afraid this won’t even happen.”
It did not happen.
I buried my face in my hands upon learning the news, trying to make sense of the disappointment. I’d already spent a few days in a cloud of negative thoughts, preparing for bad news. My preparedness did not help: I was still every bit as disappointed as I deserved to be.
Then, I had to go home and explain to my adoring fans why I still don’t have that last tooth. I won’t find out what’s going on with the implant until tomorrow morning, when I’ll see a specialized equipment-having dental specialist.
Continue reading “9/11 wasn’t my day.”Feline philanthropy.
First things first: Enfoiré had an emergency endoscopy this morning and is on his way to recovery. The picture below was taken shortly after he returned home. He is high as fuck.
Yann still needs financial rehabilitation, so the GoFundMe remains active. The $3000 goal is based on the loan Yann took out. Ideally, he’ll be able to pay off his loan as soon as possible before the interests start eating into his repayments.
The good news is that 43% of the goal was reached within 24 hours. The great news is that it shows Yann how many people care: not just close friends but also people who understand that such a pet emergency is a significant life event. I was more optimistic than Yann when I set up that fundraiser: I’d witnessed a flurry of kindness, many of which came from unexpected sources, after my accident last year.
Before I expound on my sentimentality, because I know everyone wants to know the answer to the question, “What was it that the little shit ate, anyway?”
Continue reading “Feline philanthropy.”The physiognomy of the teen.
I procured new goop that matches the colour of my skin last week. It’s not just a better match than the extra-tangy new formula MAC sent me, but better than the discontinued product I’d used since my 20s. It makes sense I’d find something better, as my complexion has changed after all this time: fewer bumps, but more grooves.
What else has changed? My beliefs, writing style, lifestyle, support system, eating habits, domain, and many more. Nearly every cell in my body has been replaced since I wrote my first blog post 25 years ago.
In case you missed it, I discuss popular sluts aka pluts:
Surely it served as an inspiration to one of the writers for Futurama as Popular Slut Club made an appearance in the 19th episode of season 6, which came out in 2011. (Thanks Jordi, for bringing this to my attention.) So, I’m taking credit for this.
Continue reading “The physiognomy of the teen.”DENIED!
Here I am, as Link, hiding from the Monster Forces. I was halfway through the slaughter when the blood moon arose. This means the monster I wasted my good weapons and items on (eg. bomb flowers and shock fruits) respawned.
Gah!
I returned to an earlier save point: problem solved. However, the health bar for the Lurelin Village Monster Force had a trace of red remaining, signifying a straggler. I went on the prowl, climbing a ladder to the highest vantage point to scan the area with my scope. From up there, the coast looked clear, so I returned to the beach to sniff out this aimless soul on foot.
I must’ve ventured a trifle too far from the combat zone because when I turned back, the Monster Forces were IN FULL FORCE. There was no blood moon, yet they all respawned anyway!
I should have stayed hidden in the pithos. It also symbolizes how I feel about the state of the world.
Continue reading “DENIED!”
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