this is really neat to me. Back in the 00s I made this a feature of my personal site and the leftovers make for weird historcial artifacts now 20-25 years later.
I irreversibly destroyed the entire archive in a imagemagick shell script mistake at some point but I still have a few that survived elsewhere.
https://xoxo.zone/@waxy/115634168572254301
Sat in a chair I don’t normally sit in while reading a book and was reminded that I took our nazar eye (🧿) that my sister picked up for us while visiting Turkey and brought it downstairs, attached a metal hook to the sliding glass patio door, stashed the nazar somewhere to keep safe while the adhesive bonded to the door, and have been unable to find the nazar ever since.
The hook is still there, with nothing attached, a few years later. I’ve looked everywhere. Gonna buy a new one.
[sitting at Hi-hat having a slice of Jersey Tomato Pie and a beer while the Giants/Saehawks(??) game is on]
If it’s called shotgun formation, shouldn’t the center snap two handfuls of miniature footballs to the quarterback at once instead of just the one normal sized football?
I think between you and me, or whatever, but, I think that it is weird that people post paragraph long preambles in chat linking to positions they are hiring for or that would be on their team without naming the company the job is at a single time.
It really seems like a majority of people do this. Like, I get why greenhouse refuses to include that in the unfurl, I think. I hate it, but I get it. I don’t get OPs who do it. Main-character syndrome?
“don’t you have to leave?”
“Nah, I can make it downtown in fifteen minutes. Oh. Oh, shit, I gotta leave.”
Every time.
so funny that my take away is always and forever will be that after speed walking to BART, skipping steps on the escalators in a panic, hopping through train car doors I was worried were going to close (never actually closing doors, that’s gauche), skipping steps up all flights at the Embarcadero, speed walking to my appointment and just making it on time, that "I can make it downtown in 20 minutes, maybe 15?” and not any of the luck or urgency required to make that happen.
one of those nights where I sit with a guitar in my lap and iReal up on my phone and try to figure out what key willie is playing in on one of his records of standards (tonight, the “That’s Life” record, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hq_-vz_qOd0&list=PLM_eo-srGT72vo-aOuegEnA3jSJr3qaDI&index=1) so that I can play rhythm for it before the song gets through the A section.
Sometimes it takes me the whole dang song.
have started tracking macros of what I eat for the first time and participating in the family budgeting spreadsheet for the first time beyond paycheck contribution.
it turns out that both fit in the same brain slots as computer janitoring and were easier to add to the routine than my many-years of putting-off-the-very-concept-of-even-trying suggested.
jeans
jeans
jeans
[alt text for quoted photo, a woman stands behind the counter of a carnival game sh’e running where you throw something in a basked to win a prize. 1 in wins. throw for 25¢.
Prizes include foam dice in red, green, or blue, or a gray mystery stuffed animal. Above on the wall are giant teddy bears in red, brown, blue, and yellow.
the woman is wearing a white t-shirt w/ rings on the collar and sleeves that says 'jeans jeans jeans’ on it]
welcome to mastodon [points to the sign]
