Om Nom Nom de Guerre

[omnomnomdeguerre]

I don’t often write about positive interactions with strangers, let alone on the subway, but here’s one I want to remember.

An A was rolling into 125th, and as it slowed to stop I mis-estimated where the doors would open, so I walked backwards to keep pace, grinning sheepishly at the person standing on the other side of those doors, waiting to step out.

As the doors opened and we passed each other, we grinned and they told me “I like you.”

So that made my day better.

Yay!

[wilwheaton]

everything is terrible

i’m so fucking exhausted

[potentialheartofdarkness]

What I need people to understand is that getting out bed is not easy.

Leaving the house is not easy.

Talking to people is not easy.

Ordering food is not easy.

Making phone calls is not easy. 

I need people to understand, that just because something is easy to them, it may not be that easy to others.

[wizened-beanie-baby-moved]

I don’t have a train of thought I have seven trains on 4 tracks that narrowly avoid each other when the paths cross and all the conductors are screaming

[omnomnomdeguerre]

Get out of my heeeeeeaaaaaaad!

[libraford]

Computer’s busted tonight, getting some stuff off my mind.

[omnomnomdeguerre]

The sick irony of forcing myself to keep going so I can force myself to keep going some more.

[ecologiadigital]

Remember when that cop pepper-sprayed students in 2011? UC Davis paid $175K to scrub it from the internet’s memory https://t.co/5prbgrx1WL

— Xeni (@xeni) April 14, 2016

[daggers-drawn]

Nice try fuckers.

[steeleman]

$175K wasted with every reblog.

Let’s sure they DON’T get their money’s worth.

[genatrius]

UC Davis has apparently issued a formal apology for their attempted coverup. Their story is that they didn’t properly scrutinize their agreement with Nevins & Associates, and they didn’t hire them with the intention of erasing content or rewriting history. So, keep reblogging this. KEEP. REBLOGGING IT.

[harkaway]

An Iron Reindeer. Because Christmas should be scary as fuck and subtextually a bit Fascist. http://ift.tt/2kcWjrN

[omnomnomdeguerre]

Perfect.

[omnomnomdeguerre]

Now playing in my head

George Michael, "Father Figure." Don't know where I picked it up but here you go.

[omnomnomdeguerre]

Mental soundtrack

Almost forgot, queueing for later so as not to post twice fast because I dunno, that isn't aesthetically pleasing:

Right now, it's s'Wonderful, which I believe is a Cole Porter song? and also "Won't You Play A Simple Melody" because in junior high traveling show choir we did a medley of old-timey-ish songs that made that transition.

Earlier today? "Alabama Gal," because it's a standby at my kid's daycare and they have a Spotify channel and it's a quick and not even all that dirty way of improving everybody's mood (although "Mambo Italiano" gets real old real fast.

[omnomnomdeguerre]

Sometimes, doing the dishes is a form of self-care. Right now, I am taking a little break from sorting and putting away clean laundry to make this note. Seriously, though, I'm kind of in the middle of one of those moments when I feel like my entire life's work is just staying alive... ugh.

[omnomnomdeguerre]

LJ “life soundtrack” meme

Ok, so I did this for the first time in, no shit, 2007. I have the old. Whatever. Here I go again.

The rules:

Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)

Put it on shuffle

Press play

For every prompt, type the song that's playing

To fill in the next prompt, press the next button (or stop and groove to the song before going to the next prompt, whatever). Keep going like this till they're all filled in.

Don't lie.

Opening credits: Johnny Cash, Live At Folsom Prison, "Send a Picture of Mother"

Birth: The Clash, London Calling, "Spanish Bombs"

First day of school: The Pogues, If I Should Fall From Grace With God, "Metropolis"

Falling in love: Talking Heads, Little Creatures, "Give Me Back My Name" Dang.

Fight song: They Might Be Giants, Then: The Earlier Years, "For Science" "Let's get those missiles ready to destroy the universe!"

Breaking up: Dar Williams, The Green World, "Another Mystery"

School dance: Bruce Springsteen, Greatest Hits, "Born In the U.S.A."

Life: Bruce Springsteen, The Ghost of Tom Joad, "Youngstown"

Mental breakdown: Dar Williams, My Better Self, "I'll Miss You Till I Meet You"

Driving: They Might Be Giants, Glean "End of the Rope"

Flashback: They Might Be Giants, Then: The Earlier Years, "Schoolchildren Singing 'Particle Man'"

Wedding: Neutral Milk Hotel, On Avery Island, "Three Peaches"

Birth of Child: They Might Be Giants, The Spine, "Thunderbird"

Final battle: Simon and Garfunkel, Old Friends, "Leaves That Are Green"

Death scene: Dan Bern and the IJBC, Fleeting Days, "Don't Make Me Leave" A little on the nose, no?

Funeral: The Pogues, Peace and Love, "Night Train to Lorca"

Closing credits: Neutral Milk Hotel, In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, "Two-Headed Boy Pt. Two"

Hm. This was way funnier the first time. Oh well.

[omnomnomdeguerre]

Mental soundtrack

First: Annie Lennox, “Walking on Broken Glass,” which I either heard or imagined hearing on my way out of my talk!shrink’s office.

I think I’m getting that back now, I hope, because I was flipping Rickrolled (is that the correct capitalization? I have the old) at the grocery store just now.

[omnomnomdeguerre]

Mental soundtrack

All Moana soundtrack, all the time, today. "We Know the Way" most of the morning:

I got all goose-bumpy watching it without sound to find the video to embed here. Anyway, then for most of the day I had "Where You Are":

and now it's back to "We Know the Way," so I'll use the Reprise:

Sorta-subtle note here on the image on the audio-only tracks. It looks like Maui is leading the way here, but if you know anything from how boats work, you know Moana is steering, and sure enough, there she is holding the tiller. ♥

[omnomnomdeguerre]

An actual text I sent my brother.

I'm up past my bedtime but this is a placeholder post which I hope will be all I rant about how my mother wrote me a multiple-paragraph fucking email critique of some wine we gave her as a fricken gift. I would not care even if it were a nice review; I did not ask for her opinion, I gave her a goddamn gift. She also did this when we left an Astor wines mixed case as a thank-you for cat-sitting once. Again: do not give a fuck about your opinion, double triple don't want to hear your opinion about a gift. Just say thank you and move on. If you hate it, you don't even have to say thank you and it's just foolish to tell me you hated it (let alone in multiple paragraphs) and threw it out or whatever. It's a gift, it's yours, do whatever you want with it, it's out of my hands, I'm basically done except to say you're welcome if you say thank you, and otherwise don't bother me about it, gah.

This is related to how Mom can't help commenting on any goddamn social media post or whatever as if it were addressed to her personally and therefore a request for a reply.

I do not know how to tell her to stop fucking doing this, that it's really goddamn annoying. Mom once briefly seemed to understand that I am not sending her social media posts, that the point of posting is just that it's out there, not addressed to anyone in particular, but since then she's gone back to saying stuff like "thank you for sending that picture" about things I posted in a shared album. Even more bone-headedly, she's downloaded stuff out of that album and emailed it to someone else who also has access to the album and has therefore probably seen those pictures already. She's told me that she's done this on multiple occasions, and when I pointed out that she was sending pictures to someone who'd already seen them, that those pictures were available to that person, she basically said that didn't matter? Because of course she is the only one who matters and nobody else knows anything unless she tells them, obviously. Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.

I'm extra-bonus aggravated about this because Mom is the kind of person who gives unsolicited gifts and gets mad if --- or in my case, usually when --- you didn't want her to give you anything. AND while I'm being petty and bitchy it's fucking hypocritical of her because she's made me write a fucking thank-you note about an unsolicited gift that I did not want on a whole host of levels (first: unsolicited; next: wedding present? if I wanted that shit I'd've had a goddamn wedding; third: big useless appliance; fourth: seriously, what. the. fuck. And now one of the people responsible for this bullshit is dead, so there's no way to even talk about it that doesn't make everything worse so I get to stew about it and hey, that brings me full circle back to how I have Tumblr and therapy, wooooooooooo!

Ok, seriously, time to brush my teeth and go sleep like a normal (?) human.

[academicssay]

[omnomnomdeguerre]

I'm 38. You've got my number, no pun intended.

[theartofmichaelwhelan]

[theartofmichaelwhelan]

Michael Whelan’s iconic covers for the Foundation books by Isaac Asimov:

HARI (1985) - Foundation THE MULE (1985) - Foundation and Empire ARKADY (1985) - Second Foundation TRANTORIAN DREAM (1983) - Foundation’s Edge FOUNDATION AND EARTH (1987) - Foundation and Earth

[omnomnomdeguerre]

Wow these are evocative. Like, bam, I'm in high school again and my best friend is lending them to me and I'm all "Magnifico is The Mule, right?" and he's like dammit, it was more of a surprise twist back in the day and now I wonder does that mean he was surprised by the twist when he read the series for the first time? but it doesn't really matter either way.