Moody Mumbles

musings of an elder emo, and also just shit I like

[moody-meander]

Hmmm, two therapists told me they're worried about me. This should in turn make me worried too, alas I am not concerned. Weird situation though.

[universeleads]

I explained the concept of "blorbo from my shows" to my 71 year old immigrant grandfather because I referenced it in passing and I thought nothing of it, until today when he said "I think I'll watch peaky blinders tonight and see my blorbo from my shows" referring, of course, to Cillian Murphy playing Tommy Shelby

[universeleads]

English isn't his first language so he's not super in touch with modern slang, so I've been accidentally teaching him to talk like a tumblr user. His favorite thing to say lately is "me when I'm a little hater" when he's like talking shit about the neighbor's son

[overwhelmedfernfrond]

I explained the “x before gta6” meme to my immigrant father and he, in turn, explained to me how back in his day in Romania, they had the same type of joke, except instead of it being gta6, it was about the imminent death of a singer named Gică Petrescu, who everyone was continuously shocked by because he refused to die. Every time a momentous event happened people would say, in essence: “This happened and Gică Petrescu hasn’t even died yet?!?”

So. He understood the gta6 meme immediately because they apparently had the same thing in Romania when he was young, except way, way more morbid

[venort]

OP are you telling me we got the death of Gică Petrescu before we got gta6

[evilnicegirl]

i was abandoned as a baby & raised by a wild pack of cigarettes

[moody-meander]

My favourite interaction on a flight was when the pilot ended his goodbye with

"Remember, we don't care about you, we just want your money ;)"

[moody-meander]

Back in my youth there was a single alt/goth bar in my city called Gandalf's. It was seedy, noisy, and awesome. They had a cramped room at the back where people would play pool and smoke copious amounts of Marlboro Reds, causing the whole bar to smell of stale smoke. I think it added to the atmosphere.

But this changed over time in a pretty ironic way, so I thought I'd write about it while it still tickles my memory.

I only went there a few times, in the mid 2010's, but I noticed a trend happening from my second visit. Each time I was there, the cigarette smoke that wandered from the back smelled a little sweeter. I decided to hang around the pool table and investigate. At this point in time, vaping culture was picking up and I was often seeing people rocking those chunky vapes around town. Evidently, the local metal heads had jumped on the trend too.

To my surprise and surpressed tittering, about half of the middle-aged angry-faced goths playing pool that evening clutched huge vapes in their hands, the smell of strawberries and bubblegum (yes, really) fighting for dominance against the nostalgic offerings of Marlboro from their compatriots. It was really such a confusion for the senses; hearing thrash metal, seeing the appropriate fans in appropriate clothing, and smelling Strawberry Bubblegum Ice Burst vape flavouring.

The last time I was there, just before they closed, I think the vape vs ciggie ratio was favouring the former. It was a Linkin Park memorial party (RIP Chester) and half the dance floor smelled like Rainbow Fruit Punch Delight or whatever you'd call the mixture of flavours coming from the pool tables. It was hilarious. The bar closed years ago, and I miss it dearly, but thankfully it always pops into memory when I smell strawberry or bubblegum vape. What a time to be alive.

[moody-meander]

I was walking down the street to grab a bag(?) of milk, when I heard the bassline from Charlie Puth's "Attention" approaching. As I neared the stop street, a black Jeep with massive chrome rims pulls up next to me. In it, two teenage girls doing what they do and jamming. They belt out "you just want attention!", then suddenly turn to look at me, barely containing my laughter. Shock and horror of being caught passed their faces, before we all burst out laughing and they drove off. It was a good walk

[drawnsnake]

Refuge.

[moody-meander]

today i was jealous of my friend who has two air fryers. i am definitely nearing 30.

[moody-meander]

I'm in a lecture and the woman in front of me is over-active listening. "Mmm"-ing and "yes"-ing after every point is said, multiple times a sentence. Like girl it's a lecture not a deep conversation.

[moody-meander]

I live in the suburbs just outside the city, a fairly quiet place, and yet it's a common sight to see horse & carts roaming the streets every other day. The carts are sordid affairs, built from rusty car axels and patched together with scrap metal. There's normally two buckets up front; one for the driver to sit on, and one to feed the horse. And don't worry, the horses are looked after by both the community and government institutions.

When you hear the *clop-clop-clop* of the carts, followed by the shrill "ayeeh!" of the passengers, you know they're on the job. These gentlemen are on the lookout for scrap metal. Any junk you don't want, they'll take and then sell to the scrapyards nearby for cash. I've seen them with washing machines, satellite dishes, even rusted panels from derelict cars. Anything goes, as long as their horse is fine with it.

I never paid them much mind growing up. They were always around, and we were told not to give them too much stuff in case they keep coming back. But when my girlfriend moved in with me, she was so startled the first time one came clopping by that she called me at work! Now she's used to them too, they're just another unique oddity that we live with, unbeknownst to almost everyone else. I just thought I'd share this little fact, I hope it brightens your day.

[homunculus-argument]

A character concept that I'm actually surprised I haven't seen more, now that I think about it:

A character with a tragic past who's beautiful in an unthreatening, pitiful sort of way, who goes "wait hold on, people think I'm cute?" and immediately goes drunk with power. Having a whole villain arc getting corrupted by the power of being just so tragic and pathetic that people can't be mad at them. Someone who's been accustomed to always being the one who's blamed and punished no matter whose fault the problem was suddenly discovering that actually they could get away with murder by being so big-eyed and sad.

And once they figure out that they can just Poor Little Meow Meow their way out of anything, they do. Going from being genuinely skittish and timid into pretending to do so merely as an act, manipulating the shit out of everyone and avoiding all suspicion because Look How Sad And Wet And Pathetic I Am, of course they couldn't do any harm to anyone ever.

And if one person finally does see right through that act and puts puzzle pieces together of how there's been just too many suspicious coincidences and accidents that only one person would actually benefit from, they confront the Tragic Little Act directly, one-to-one, to say "I'm fucking onto you and your shit"

And suddenly they completely snap out of their timid, pathetic presentation to give a big, wide, sickening smile like "no-one's ever going to believe you."

[moody-meander]

Pretty much sounds like Annie Edison to me

#community show #community nbc

[homunculus-argument]

One of my favourite parts about autistic people is how you can use other peoples' reflections of them like an echolocation bullshit detector. Like they personally do not need to do shit for this to work, they just passively emit their own autistic vibe that bounces off every surface around them, and you can assess another person's level of self-awareness by how they reflect it back.

"Autistic people do not understand social hierarchy" nope, they understand you're supposed to be an authority here, but they won't politely pretend to respect you if they think you're incompetent.

"Autistic people do not understand humour" nope, they just don't politely pretend to laugh to humour you, and you are simply not funny.

"Autistic people are rude" nope, they just don't think it's polite to lie to you, and don't care about trying to tell you what they think you want to hear instead of telling you what they think.

"Autistic people sometimes have emotional meltdowns for absolutely no reason" nope, you're just insufferable to be around and the person with the lowest tolerance of your shit is simply the canary in the coal mine who breaks first.

[moody-meander]

There's this line from the song Genius by Pitchshifter that's been bashing around in my head this week: "If disfunction is a function, then I must be some kind of genius" I like that. Makes me feel smart too.

[moody-meander]

sometimes i like to remember that even the scariest, most hardcore, edgiest people have to pop to the shops for milk every week

[skopostheorie]

Ethnic is one of the funnier euphemisms for not white. Damn you look like you come from somewhere

[moody-meander]

Sleep and I are not friends. They're more of an ambivalent god, whose whim dictates my rest every night. As I rest my weary head on my pillow, I ask Them "what will it be tonight? ten minutes or three hours?". They decides how long it takes for me to fall asleep, how busy my brain will be, whether my dreams will be enjoyable or day-ruining. We do not have a good relationship.

Sometimes I will try make an offering and praise sleep. Like a farmer on the Nile asking Osiris for a good harvest. I'll get to bed early and do a full self-care routine, make sure I'm very comfortable and have at least one cat nearby. I'll say to myself how much I love sleeping and how healthy it is. Or I'll stay up really late until my body is begging for sleep and nothing else matters in the world. Sometimes these work, sometimes they don't.

I often get jealous of my girlfriend who says her and sleep are "best friends", as she falls asleep within five minutes every night. But jealousy helps no one, what I need is understanding. Maybe one day, sleep and I will be on better terms. But it's been a lifetime (so far) of struggle, I hope one day I figure out what will appease Their nonchalant spirit. I hope I'll be able to naturally fall asleep like she does, and not wait for Them to take me like an unfamiliar being simmering in the dark.

[moody-meander]

I just had a pear for the first time in years, and now I will spend the next half-hour scolding myself for not having one sooner.