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The Kettle Boils Water
Me: I wonder when I last changed the water in the electric kettle? I want coffee. Inner 12-Year-Old: The kettle boils water. Me: I should probably dump it out and fill it fresh just to be sure. I12YO: The kettle boils water. Me: But the question is, do I really need to wash it right now to be safe, or can I get coffee to address this headache first? I12YO: The kettle boils water. Me: If I’m honest with myself, it could probably use a thorough steam-sterilization, but it’s not dishwasher-safe and I don’t feel like hauling out the hand steamer just so I can get a cup of coffee. I12YO: The kettle. BOILS. WATER. Please, for the love of all that is not yet caffeinated and desperately needs to be, listen to what I’m saying. Me: And in that case, just giving it a swish of dish soap and a rinse seems -- wait, what are you saying, I12YO? I12YO: Remember the time you were so appalled at overhearing an astrophysicist-chemist and a toxicologist-chemist argue over the safety of not using soap on cast iron pans? Me: You mean the one I ended by pointing out that the cast iron was basically... autoclaving... itself... every... time... I12YO: ...it was used on a burner above “medium-low”? Yes, that one. Me: ... I12YO: The kettle boils water. Me: ... I12YO: Go boil some water in the kettle. Make coffee. Drink neurons.
“Define ‘overdo’...”
Me: (offscreen) *rattle rattle clink shuffle shuffle whack whack clink clink shuffle BANG! BANG! BANG! clink clink BANG!* @digitaldiscipline: Remember not to overdo it while you’re still getting over being sick. Me: ... Me: ... Me: ...does putting together waist-high IKEA furniture count as overdoing it? @digitaldiscipline: ... Me: ... @digitaldiscipline: Take a rest if you get fatigued.
“Life’s too short to...”
I just recommended that someone’s four-year-old pretend to be re-enacting Roundtable Rival with the strings from her string cheese and I’m not sorry.
Wait, today is Saturday?
Me: *looks at pill planner* Wait, today is Saturday? @digitaldiscipline: *working from home on a holiday weekend* Yes. Me: Oh, okay, the migraines really fuck with my memory. I filled my pill planners yesterday thinking it was Saturday. But that's okay, it's easy to rearrange them so they start with... Friday? Wait, is today Saturday? @digitaldiscipline: *still working from home on a holiday weekend* YES. Me: Oh, okay, the migraines really fuck with my memory. @digitaldiscipline: Clearly, since you asked me that literally ten seconds before. Me: *suppresses the urge to say, "No, that was yesterday! Wait... is today Saturday?"* Me: *feels like candy is deserved for not doing that* Me: *puts sublingual b-vitamins under tongue and tries to pretend it's candy* I12YO: You know, chocolate is good for migraines. I read that somewhere. Me: *internally* I don’t remember seeing that. I12YO: Well, no. You wouldn’t, though, would you? The migraines really fuck with your memory.
No, BEAT drum, BEAT drum!
Me: I am sick and should eat. Friend: You should have soup. Me: I have onion soup in the freezer! Me: *forgets to eat food and eats music instead* Friend: (something that reminds me to eat) Me: Ooh, the beat of this music would go well with Corn Pops! Me: *eats Corn Pops by pouring them into mouth straight from the box* Friend: I am going to make soup. Me: Soup! I forgot to eat food and ate music instead! Again! Me: *looks at box of Corn Pops* Me: Well, at least I ate something TANGIBLE this time.
Voice-of-@digitaldiscipline-in-my-head: Have you had anything to eat today?
Me: Well, I've been listening to this one band for several hours straight now.
Actual Me: INNER TWELVE-YEAR-OLD! How many times have I told you that you're not allowed to impersonate an adult in matters of self-care?
I12YO: So music... is not food?
Me: Music is not food.
I12YO: ...
Me: ...for these purposes.
I12YO: ...?
Me: Have a peanut butter sandwich when you restart the playlist, kiddo.
Doom Ladder
Me: Okay, Selves! Time to pick out what to do today! Please turn your attention to the to-do list, which I have cleverly disguised by labelling it "Today's Menu".
Hippie Me: Is there gardening on there?
Insatiable Brain: Is there studying on there?
Practical Me: Is there something on there about cleaning the bedroom? It's getting hard to walk in here from all the books.
Overly-Eager DIY Me: Is there something on the list about putting up bookshelves?
Practical Me: Even if there were, we'd have to move stacks of books to get close enough to the walls to put up the shelves.
Inner 12-Year-Old: Less talk, more looking. *picks up list* Boring... boring... boring... did that yesterday... boring... neat, but has a boring prerequisite... too broke for that... boring... boring... boring... You know, calling this a "menu" isn't fooling anyone. If I made a list of kinds of rocks and called it a wine list, only an idiot would fall for it and order a bottle of schist.
Me: But I put some of those things on the list solely to appeal to you! What about Charm's new scratching post? You were really into that idea.
I12YO: You mean this entry that says, "Work on wrapping scratching post"?
Me: Yeah!
I12YO: Boring.
Me: ...
I12YO: Look, do I really have to tell you how to do this? Okay, fine. You need to call that "Progress toward completion of Prototype Kitty DoomLadder".
Me: That sounds like something you would find on a supervillain's to-do list.
I12YO: EXACTLY. Eventually, Charm will be able to scale any vertical surface I point her toward, as long as it's completely wrapped in sisal. Imagine the mayhem! Now go load up my staple gun. I have minions to train.
Responsible Me: Yay! One PM means time to stop studying in bed and get up and CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!
Insatiable Brain: While continuing to study via audiobook and podcast.
Dancer Me: Or music. Music is good. Music causes inadvertent exercise.
Inner 12-Year-Old: Or we could watch a movie. Or take a nap.
Responsible Me: *glares* No naps. No movies. This is Responsible Adult Time.
Inner 12-Year-Old: "Responsible adults" <tm> are always recommending naps to others. Real responsible adults know when to take one themselves... like being awakened abruptly and alarmingly after only 4 hours of sleep.
Insatiable Brain: We could listen to the new Pimsleur course while we sleep. It worked pretty well for French.
Dancer Me: Exercise?
I12YO: On no sleep? Won't do as much good as it would after a nap. Postponed, not denied.
Responsible Me: Okay, housework after a nap. Music, no movies.
Insatiable Brain: If we watched a movie in Spanish, Mandarin, Russian, Hindi, or Japanese, we could count it as extra study. I'd be particularly interested in Mandarin right now, as I'm still trying to get the hang of some of the tonal shifts and haven't really heard them properly at speed--
Responsible Me: You're just a mannequin, aren't you? I12YO, I can SEE your lips moving!
I12YO: Whmmf? Nrr, M hff m mffffl mf fnnd.
Responsible Me: Don't try that old "mouthful of food" trick on me, young lady!
I12YO: *sigh* Well, it worked pretty well for French.
Insatiable Brain-Mannequin: *giggle*
I12YO: How's this? We watch a movie on the big TV, instead of the Kindle screen, while we clean. That way, we can keep up while looking at what we're doing, but we'll have to actively look at the screen in order to see the subtitles and it will encourage better active listening.
Insatiable Brain: Spanish, then. It's the only one I have a real chance at understanding most of. Save the Mandarin for more-attentive viewing time.
I12YO: Great! So a nap, and then a movie in Spanish.
Self: I call for a vote of no confidence on Responsible Me. I12YO is doing a better job. All in favor?
Everyone But Responsible Me: AYE!
The Me Formerly Known as Responsible: So what am I now, then?
I12YO: Stick in the mud?
Self: Be nice. Uh...
I12YO: The Scold?
Self: Stop that, or you'll be grounded and there will be no movie, however educational.
The Me Formerly Known as Responsible: Can I be the new Voice of Reason?
Voice of Reason: Oi. Right here, listening in. Not really up for replacement. Yours is the position being vacated.
Self: Voice, what should we call The Me Formerly Known as Responsible?
Voice of Reason: Well, it sounds like the problem is not a shift in Responsible's ability to perform her duties, but a change in the definition of her duties. She's trying to make us lead a conventional life, but most of us are very resistant to that idea and want to redefine responsibility to mean working toward our own goals, not toward an appearance of conformity with cultural norms.
I12YO: So she's our inner Republican?
Self: FIVE MINUTE TIME OUT.
I12YO: *flops in a corner, sulking*
Voice of Reason: She can be The Old Guard.
The Old Guard, Formerly The Me Formerly Known as Responsible: I like that.
Self: Voice, would you mind turning around for a minute?
Voice: *turns around* Why, what don't you want me to see?
Self: Huh? Oh, no, nothing. I just wanted to make sure I12YO didn't have her hand in a hole in the back of your head.
*fade to black, all nap as house lights come up for intermission*
Try Wikipedia!
Me: I haven't been able to spend more than a few minutes downstairs since last year. CURSE YOU STINKY AMMONIA-CAT!
Rafe: Have a link to the plants NASA uses to purify air.
Me: Thanks!
Cats: Yum!
Me: Uh-oh. Where can I find a cross-referenced list of air-purifying plants that are non-toxic to cats?
Internet: Try Wikipedia!
Me: This isn't a bookface comments debate, Internet. REAL LIVES ARE AT STAKE HERE.
Internet: Try Wikipedia!
Cats: We want cat grass!
Me: I'll grow you some, but that won't get the ammonia out of the air. Hey, this link is all about benzene, toluene, and formaldehyde, which all would be great not to breathe, but what plants are best at removing ammonia?
Internet: Try Wikipedia!
Me: SHUT UP INTERNET
Internet: Oh, I get it. I'm fine for improbable treehouse plans and pictures of cats, but Hopper forbid I should try to be helpful. *sulks*
Me: Right. Google! What ammonia air purifying plants are nontoxic for cats?
Rocza (tablet): Try Wikipedia!
Me: *puts tablet to sleep*
Wikipedia: Did someone say my name?
Me: Go away Wikipedia. I mean, look, no offense, but you're not really the best source for what I--
Wikipedia: Might I recommend a--
Me: I don't want a 12-page mishmash of basic information about kingdom "Plantae" and diagrams of the pathways of Easter lily toxicity in Maine Coons, okay? All I--
Wikipedia: I have this--
Me: ALL I WANT IS A TABLE WITH PLANTS, WHAT THEY PULL OUT OF THE AIR, AND THEIR SAFETY FOR CATS.
Wikipedia: (sulkily) I'll just leave this here, then. (exits in a huff)
Brain: TIME TO WAKE UP NOW!
Mind: No, it's not.
Brain: Yes, it is.
Mind: No, it's not.
Brain: Yes, it is.
Mind: No, it's not.
Memory: Here's my morning report, sirs.
Brain: See? According to this summary of yesterday's activity the world is not awful today. It's a happy, cheerful place you should look forward to reuniting with to collaborate toward a glorious future.
Mind: No, it's not.
Brain: Yes, it is.
Mind: No, it's not.
Brain: Yes, it is.
Mind: No, it's not.
Brain: *spies headline reading "One Percenter Served No Jail Time for Raping His Three Year Old" in edge of vision* No, it's not.
Mind: *thoughtlessly* Yes, it is. *stretch, yawn*
Brain: NO IM SORRY I DIDNT MEAN IT TURN BACK WHILE THERE IS STILL HOPE
Girl Scout Cookies
Porch gate: *scraaaaape*
I12YO: Ugh, it's barely even noon.
Me: Wrong time of day for the mail; go away, postperson.
Door: *knock knock knock*
Me: Leave it on the doormat, FedEx.
Door: *knock knock knock*
Me: Okay, leave it on the doormat, UPS.
Door: *knock knock knock*
I12YO: I think someone should answer the door.
Me: Fine, you go do it. I'm still asleep.
I12YO: So am I. Let's send the body to go do it without us.
Body: *opens front door, peers out scowling*
Friend: *has the temerity to exist before 2 PM*
Body: *stares*
Friend: Hi!
Body: *stares*
Me: Oh, shit, it's Girl Scout Cookie time! Quick, apologize for looking like a three-weeks-dead zombie and say something about being up late studying to cover for having obviously been asleep!
Body: (in a three-weeks-dead-zombie croak) Oh. Hey. I was... studying.
Friend: *admirably, smile does not even waver*
I12YO: Hey, didn't you say you'd have his money for the Girl Scout cookies Tuesday? I bet he's here bringing cookies! Body! Stop trying to scare him off! He has COOKIES!
Body: Oh... Tuesday?
Friend: (still smiling) That's right!
Me: Crap, did we spend the cookie money on delivery last night? It was $40 last year, but I think we got a couple extra boxes of cookies this year. Quick, ask him how much we owe so I can try to remember all the places we stashed money!
Body: Is... it... forty?
Friend: (clearly now reminding himself he's written horror stories scarier than a middle-aged woman in Pusheen sweatshirt and Star Wars lounge pants answering the door half-asleep) Forty-eight, I think!
Me: Keep stalling!
Body: Let... me... go... get... money.
Friend: Great! I'll go get cookies!
Body: *lumbers back toward bedroom like a bull in a pottery-shards shop*
I12YO: OH GOODY, COOKIES!
Me: Oh shit, cash...?
Body: *tries to go back to sleep*
I12YO: Here's $30 from the last trip to BestBuy.
Me: Quick, ask him if I can PayPal him the rest.
Body: *lumbers back to front door*
Friend: (standing on porch with an entire carton of cookies plus a couple more boxes) Great!
Body: Can... I... PayPal you... the rest?
Friend: No problem! I've already got three other people PayPalling me money because they forgot it was Tuesday.
Me: Quick, laugh like that's absurd and totally not what we did!
Body: (unconvincingly) Ha. Ha.
Me: Follow it up with how delicious these cookies are and how lucky we feel to have doorstep delivery every year!
Body: Yum. These should... help me... stay awake. For more studying.
Friend: Great! Okay, well, here you go!
Me: Tell him it was great to see him and to have a nice day and such!
Body: See you again soon.
I12YO: Ha! What, like NEXT year?
Body: Like next year.
Me: Noooooooo
I12YO: (closing door behind us) Well. That was embarrassing. Nothing can make us feel better about that except binge-eating Girl Scout Cookies.
Me: And this is why no matter how many boxes we buy, we always run out again in a week.
*basket of kittens happens* *dogs stop what they’re doing to watch kittens* *humans stop what they’re doing to watch dogs watching kittens*
*tumblr users stop what they’re doing to watch humans watch dogs watch kittins*
*NSA stops what it’s doing to watch tumblr users watch humans watch dogs watching kittens*
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@digitaldiscipline: I should see how much a new power supply on my laptop would cost on Amazon. Me: Well, fortunately, they’re still using the same power supply for the laptop I just bought, so it should still be for sale. @digitaldiscipline: Here are Amazon’s recommendations based on my browsing history: An Instant Pot cookbook, a Naomi Novik book, the Pusheenasaurus you gave me- Me: *laughing* @digitaldiscipline: -a Pusheen unicorn, a Pusheen accessory case, a Push- Me: Wait! What was that last one? *opens an Amazon tab* @digitaldiscipline: A Pusheen accessory case. A Pusheen backpack, and a Pusheen with a tiny Santa hat holding a mug of, apparently, cocoa with whipped cream. Me: *now laughing so hard my stomach hurts and I see little sparkles going off everywhere* @digitaldiscipline: Have you been browsing using my Amazon account? Me: NooooOOOOOOooooooo. @digitaldiscipline: Oh, to be able to look that innocent.
Me: Hm. Now that I've taken everything but diphenhydramine to try to get to sleep, I think I'll watch a little TV. By which, of course, I mean streaming video online. Amazon! Whatcha got for me?
Amazon: Well, there's an entire third season of Downton Abbey you forgot to watch. And the first two seasons are now free, in case you feel the need for a refresher.
Me: That sounds lovely and soothing. Thank you, Amazon!
Browser: (intro music, telegraph tappity-tappity, argelbarglefnarglegarglepippipcheerio)
Me: AMAZON WHERE ARE THE CLOSED CAPTIONS I NEED CAPTIONS WHY DO YOU HATE PEOPLE WHO CAN'T UNDERSTAND SPOKEN DIALOGUE YOU FILTHY ABLEIST PIGS
Amazon: Ah, good. All those sleepy-meds have your temper banked back down to normal.
Me: Hey, who left this outdoor light on all night?
Nature: That's the sun.
Me: Well, it's producing all this extra light and heat. It's wasteful.
Nature: The sun is not wasteful.
Me: We don't need lights during the day or heat in March, silly. I dunno whose bill that's going on, but I'll bet they'll be pretty mad about it.
Nature: The sun is the reason you don't need lights during the day or heat in March. Do you even know how "outside" works?
Me: I'm not an apocalypse-prepper. I don't know all that survivalist stuff.
Nature: ...
Me: Whatever. Just make sure that "sun" gets turned off when not in use.
Nature: Will do, right after I finish a few billion years of other stuff.
Me: Good, good. Remember to be kind to the environment!
Nature: ...
Life and Donuts by Pablo Stanley
I need to say this is one of the most uplifting things I’ve seen.
well that’s my existential crisis sorted out
seriously though its nice to have that kind of comfort written out like that
Optimistic nihilism. Sounds good.