Two empty aluminum cans and one clothing tag.

I’m in love. The little peek of fang sold me.

Love that for me.

Honestly, MacKenzie Scott may currently be the closest thing?

If I were to toss a coin, most certainly it would land on one side or the other; its just possible it might land on its edge. But if I were to make it part of a possibility circuit, I’d turn it into a coin of possible falls. A possible coin. And if I toss that, things are different. One of either heads or tails or just maybe edge will come up as before and lies there as strong as ever. That the fact-coin. And surrounding it, in different degrees of solidity and permanency, depending on how likely they were are a scattering of its nighs – its close possibilities, made real. Like ghosts. Some almost as strong as the factual , fading to those that are just barely there. When the clockwork is running, my arm and the sword mine possibilities. For every factual attack there are a thousand possibilities, nigh-sword ghosts, and all of them strike down together. When I switch on the sword, precision is the one thing I cannot afford. The more precise the strike the more constrained potentiality, the more wasted the Possible Sword. I must be an opportunist, not a planner. I must fight from the heart, not the mind.

My favorite hobby is social dancing in an improvised context. I prefer (slightly) following over leading (though I am skilled at both). At any moment, my partner could choose to move us in any direction, though much like the quote states, some ways are more likely than others. It is my job as a follow to be prepared for any of them and be able to perform them. The more that I think that I know what will happen, the less open I am to what may actually happen (and this can have negative consequences ranging from an unsatisfying dance to physical injury).

I have a personal fondness for The City and The City.

The Scar has one element in it that is weirdly applicable to my favorite hobby, so I have spent way too much time thinking about just that thing.

I remember struggling with On the Road, but someone reminded me that beatniks (including Kerouac) were frequently poets. I miss out on the lyricism sometimes, so this has inspired me to check if my library has an audio book version (it does, I’m 56th in line)

Just finished reading The Cranes Dance by Meg Howrey.

I’m in the middle of listening to They Bloom At Night by Trang Thanh Tran, which I’m very much enjoying as a dystopian fluff book.

I like to think of myself as a “we’ll see what happens” person, but hanging around my wife’s family (who throws out ideas for things to do and then … just don’t) I’m feeling like I’m actually more of a planner. Maybe it’s a relative sort of thing.

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One of the better things I think to come out of my marriage is my wife’s bachelors degree. At some point she told me one of her biggest regrets was not finishing it. I was like you still can. With just a little push she did (with honors) and it led to a whole different lower burn out career for her.

Adorable bookmarks!

The Hollow Places by T. Kingfisher is a favorite of mine. I’ve done multiple rereads.

I’m not quite sure it it gets into the cosmic part of cosmic horror but Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia is good. It has parallels to The Fall of the House of Usher (as does What Moves the Dead by Kingfisher)

On the other side, definitely cosmic, but not quite sure if it’s horror, but thoroughly enjoyable was The City We Became by N.K . Jemisin.

I love seeing the 4 thieves vinegar collective referenced in the wild.

It also opens us up to the flip side. People love to spout off the “parenting should require a license”. The first obvious problem is what happens when someone who isn’t licensed gets pregnant/gets someone pregnant. Abortion is the only viable answer. If the government has the legal ability to make you carry a baby to term, it also has the legal ability to prevent you from carrying a baby to term.

For some yes, but for others, that’s just the punishment for the (insert derogatory term) who tempted/stole their husband.

They’re cute, they’re portable, they’re cheap on the low end (which is serviceable for me, cause I don’t care too much), they have a unique timbre that somehow ends up being flexible.

I play the ukulele. I am a rising beginner, but it’s shocking how much is available to me even at that level.

I agree with everything everyone already said about your ascenders and descenders. I also feel like most printing that I see, the bottom of curved letters (s, c, e) tend to be slightly larger than the top. Yours seem to be opposite.

I recently tried to be nice and fill my grandmas car’s tank. She thought her fuel gauge was broken because her trip odometer was at a reading where she usually puts in gas. She tried like 4 times to fill the tank which caused it to overflow into the vapor recovery. If I had mentioned it, she wouldn’t have overfilled. If she had told me, I could have let her know and saved her the diagnostics charge and gotten her cat back sooner.

Once my general anxiety got under control, that some anxiety is actually protective and can clue me in to things. A while ago, anxiety was my first clue that I was in burn out territory (I ignored it and ended up with some suicidal ideation, but got out before that got worse). More recently it let me know that a situation would be bad for me to continue with. I pulled out before it got worse for me or affected others.