Ed: who says I’m thinking about anything? I’m just chilling here, minding my own business
Stede: okay but you had your thinking face
Ed: It’s silly
Stede: I love silly!
Ed: awright
Ed: do you think, like. Do you think we’re best friends in every universe? Do you think we always love each other?
Stede, without missing a single beat: I think so. I can’t imagine knowing you and not loving you
Ed: awwwgh
Stede: my only regret is that it took us so long to find each other. But as far as I’m concerned, you’ve always been mine. I just had to find you
Ed: c'mon man you can’t just say this shit
Ed: what if we were. uh. ponies
Stede: you hate ponies
Ed: yeah because of their - fucking creepy-ass eyes
Ed: but if I was a pony I probably wouldn’t mind that
Stede: ooh what if you found human eyes creepy instead
Ed: that’s not relevant to this thought experiment Stede. just work with me here. What if we were ponies
Stede: then we would frolic in the pasture together. and eat grass together. And I would steal extra sugar cubes straight from the farmer’s pockets for you
Ed: what if we were birds
Stede: then we would fly together, and I’d find the best worms for you, and we would make a game out of shitting on bald guys’ heads
Ed: what if we were something gross though. Like snails
Stede: well Ed. then I would delight in spending every day consuming detritus with you
Stede: oh no sweetheart don’t cry
Ed: I promise I’ll consume detritus in every lifetime with you Stede
Today I explained why I can’t really travel to Florida right now to my dad & watching him get increasingly frustrated with the realization that Transphobia Exists was honestly something else.
him: “well if you’re not allowed to use the men’s bathroom, just go to the women’s! that’ll show them.”
me: “yeah but I’m just as likely to have the cops called on me for ‘using the wrong bathroom’ in there. have you seen me lately?”
him: “but if one of the options is wrong and not allowed then the other one has to be the right option. what do they want you to do?”
my grandma, helpfully: “I think they want trans people to not go to Florida”
my dad: spluttering frustratedly
me: “I think the thing is that you are more logical and reasonable than Ron DeSantis.”
the face of a semi-reformed(?) conservative when realizing with dawning horror that laws can be unfair on purpose is truly special tbh
Finished last night. Unlike my more geometric colour wheels, this one isn’t separated into strict sections. In order to keep the transitions between colours as smooth as possible, the gradient areas had to be worked over a wedge shape. It took a bit of math and some adjustments while designing it, but the stitching itself was no more complicated than my other blackwork gradients.
Cross stitch and blackwork embroidery on 14-count Aida cloth.
And if you are interested in the brief history of White authors pretending to be Asian so that they could steal opportunities from Asian authors to publish books, check this video out:
Wish there was a better social shorthand for “I’m sure they’re a lovely person in their own way but we are so baseline incompatible that being around them longer than five minutes makes me feel like exploding into smithereens.”
JAQUES: I thank you for your company; but, good faith, I had as lief have been myself alone. ORLANDO: And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank you too for your society. JAQUES: God be wi’ you: let’s meet as little as we can. ORLANDO: I do desire we may be better strangers.
As You Like it, Act 3, scene 2, by William Shakespeare.
To be honest, this exchange has lived rent-free in my head since I first saw it performed
I’d like to believe you but we both know what you’re capable of
I made sourdough like that. We jokingly called it the “tasty brick” and cut off super thin slices because it WAS delicious, but it was so dense, a single normal slice would sit heavy in your belly like a brick.
“The dwarf bread was brought out for inspection. But it was miraculous, the dwarf bread. No one ever went hungry when they had some dwarf bread to avoid. You only had to look at it for a moment, and instantly you could think of dozens of things you’d rather eat. Your boots, for example. Mountains. Raw sheep. Your own foot.”
Anyway, my trip to neuro-ophthalmology went well. My eyes haven’t changed and the prisms are still doing their job.
It was quite funny. At one point, he had me put on test glasses without my prisms and didn’t tell me that’s what he was doing. I failed the walking test spectacularly. I immediately tripped over my own feet and veered into a wall. I just turned to look at him, and he looked at me for a moment, clucked his tongue, and went, “Okay, so we still need the prisms. Good to know.”
He’s also told me I need to wear my reading clip more (I’ve got magnetic lenses I can put over the top of my baseline rx) because I might be tiring my eyes out and not realizing it, so that’s something I need to get better at. As soon as I can find it 😬
oh and that gap in my resume is when i was digging my own grave
the dirt under my nails is - yeah. it won’t wash out. although that’s actually from when i dug myself out again. i suppose success and defeat can look the same in a mirror.
