sushi yaps

just sushi things

[torstherapy]

[terpsikeraunos]

ancient greek word of the day: κακοθερής (kakotherēs), unfitted to endure summer heat

[aphilologicalbatman-deactivated]

this literally means “bad at summer” pass it on

[zipstick]

Reblog if you, too, are bad at summer

[phantomrose96]

This is musings, and not a data-backed post, but I feel like the huge push for AI in software will cause a gender backslide in the industry.

The sort of "high-risk, unvetted, 'trust me bro!!'" hype buy-in is--at least in my experience--a very male-dominated niche. Saw it with crypto, saw it with NFTs, but this time around it's being sought-out and rewarded with regard to AI hype.

Back in my day (checks watch) like 8 years ago, software as a discipline fell fairly in line with other STEM disciplines. It was a science and part of a structured education. Normalized access via college education did bring a lot of women to the field, by what I saw.

Something's rancid now. I don't have a pulse-check inside colleges, but it feels like the whole industry is abrasive against anyone who can't demonstrate evangelized love for the hype.

"I gave Cursor complete access to my full computer and at the cost of $28 of tokens it built software that manages my entire bank account" is a real type of person on Twitter, he's statistically male, and he's who the industry wants right now...

[sushi-yaps]

https://fortune.com/2026/05/10/identical-resume-ai-men-women-response-trust-ability/

Reminded me of this article. Two identical resumes had vastly different hiring outcomes, with the female candidate Emily being more harshly judged than her male counterpart James for using AI.

Gender bias was always there but now it's amplified by AI.

[sisu-writes]

i now put my memories in a museum

if i put those precious moments behind glass,

they will neither age nor wither

never grow nor change

time settles as dust

the glass may fog

but what's underneath

remains untouched

and i can never hold them again

[sushi-yaps]

maybe im cracking but had a little laugh when i realized the person who had urgently messaged me last week about a problem that is way out of my wheelhouse but im expected to solve anyway is no longer even with the company.

so funny. do people even realize this work isnt urgent at all and they can be let go at any moment?

take that michelle.

[stuckinapril]

Controversial take but I think we more often need to accept that sometimes it’s not personal, but that a person still doesn’t fuck with us. They don’t want a relationship with us, they don’t wanna be our friend. We’re not their type for whatever reason. They don’t hate us but they aren’t interested in building something with us in any capacity. It’s not that they have a lot going on, it’s not that they can’t receive love, it’s not what a lot of people concoct just not to deal with the sting of rejection. Sometimes we’re just not somebody’s type. And that’s okay and we don’t have to curl up in fetal position in a corner about it. We will not be the type of every person we encounter and that is natural and nothing to lose sleep over

[sushi-yaps]

its hard to get out of the habit of judging yourself. it becomes this knee jerk reaction. its present even before you put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard.

you're constantly worrying if your words will offend someone. you dont want anyone to take your shit the wrong way. then you end up writing a very boring scene and getting upset about it.

i remember collabing with someone on a story. the idea was that the main character attends university, gets stuck working a semester group project with a guy he already hates, and eventually they fall for each other.

the problem was my writing partner just. could not deal with conflict at all. she loved the IDEA of it, the premise was solid. she loved the idea of writing a reconciliation and them making up and realizing they were more alike than different.

but when we got to writing it. It went like this.

Guy A stomped over to Bs desk and hefted his backpack down. slamming it so hard it shook the desk. says something like, " ugh, cant believe im stuck with you." B glares back at him. "feeling's mutual" he grumbles.

her: we shouldnt do that

me: why not?

her: well it just feels too mean.

me: well ya because theyre an asshole?

her: cant we at least tone it down? we can do more later, for now they should just say hi and we can build to the argument later. that way readers dont get put off

me: ooohkay

so we threw that out the window. i proceed to write stuff with her suggesting things in the background like "have him introduce the group project!"

guy A comes over to B. he says Hello. B says Hi back. A says so what are we doing with the project? B says Im not sure, what do you wanna do?

it proceeds to write like. extremely bland. they just discuss the project. they say goodbye and leave.

her: im not sure whats wrong..

me: i find it boring

her: ...yeah. its boring. we should rewrite it!

me: okay...so you want me to rewrite it?

this happened like. 50 times. im not even joking, thats how many chapters we had. we reached ~90k words before i quit the collaboration.

i get that my writing partner was just. not experienced. neither am i frankly. neither of us are professionals.

but as soon as the conversation turned to shit like. Oh we should sell it. it felt like all she cared about was making sure not to offend. i told her if it sold it sold, if it didnt, it didnt. i didn't really care. i just liked the story.

Honestly just. it really really is better to write for yourself. and only you. if your readers get offended that A is acting like a jackass, then maybe theyre not your target audience.

another life lesson. dont collaborate with people who dont match your energy. don't collaborate with people who are had looking to extract value rather than have fun.

(I'm not even opposed to selling a book, but i am not interested in writing TO sell. it sucks but it is what it is. )

[sushi-yaps]

Filling out forms at the dentist or optometrist or other -ists is weird because they'll ask for your primary care physician but it's like.

I don't have one. I feel weird even asking for one. even if i did, I certainly would never have the audacity to give you their phone number.

And honestly like. I know there are people who have a PCP. This is a thing that exists or it wouldn't be important enough to be on these forms. There are people who manage chronic conditions with the help of their PCP and people who actually see a dr regularly instead of just ignoring problems until they go away.

But it always felt like a thing that was for other people. I can't imagine having a dr who knows me and cares and gives me their phone number.

I've changed healthcare providers constantly due to job changes so even if i went through the work of finding a pcp, it might just be pointless if i get laid off tomorrow.

everytime i have gone to the dr ive been talked down to or minimized and i honestly just. give up.

I don't even go for an annual checkup anymore because last time that happened I got charged a shit ton of money despite it just being a physical?

i kept getting charges even a year later. it took so much digging into my credit card statements and receipts to figure out what was going on and that they were just charging me again and again and finally i had to send a letter explaining I wasn't paying it again and it looked like a system error on their part. the whole exp was exhausting. yes it was a one-off but it was extraordinarily stressful.

I sometimes feel weird about this because it seems like everyone else has a normal relationship with medical stuff and i dont. i just ignore things and i solve stuff on my own. webmd is my doctor. google is my doctor. and if all else fails i just lie in bed, drink water, and hope things just resolve.

[sisu-writes]

i now put my memories in a museum

if i put those precious moments behind glass,

they will neither age nor wither

never grow nor change

time settles as dust

the glass may fog

but what's underneath

remains untouched

and i can never hold them again

[sisu-writes]

I know they say change is good ;

that change is healthy ;

that change is inevitable

ive gotten told this

over and over

by people who sound like they mean well

but it comes off as a threat

often in the form of

if you dont accept the change i force upon you

i will leave you behind

what is wrong with preservation?

constance

in an inconstant world

feels so much safer to me

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Melissa Cox

[ieattaperecorders]

Trying to find an old tumblr post I used to see a lot.

It started with someone listing "places with uncanny energy," like gas stations on a road trip, empty movie theaters, etc.

Then someone reblogged it and said those are called "liminal spaces," defining liminal as in-between, neither one thing nor another.

It was the first time I'd seen the term "liminal" applied to places like that, and it's driving me crazy, I want to find and put a date on it so bad.

[pez-uzi-deactivated20160424]

Places where reality is a bit altered:

• any target • churches in texas • abandoned 7/11’s • your bedroom at 5 am • hospitals at midnight • warehouses that smell like dust • lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore • empty parking lots • ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods • rooftops in the early morning • inside a dark cabinet

[solareveille]

playgrounds at night

rest stops on highways

deep in the mountains

[ghostfiish]

early in the morning wherever it’s just snowed

trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic

schools during breaks

those little beaches right next to ferry docks

bowling alleys

[genesisdoes-moved]

unfamiliar mcdonalds on long roadtrips

your friends living room once everybody but you is asleep

laundromats at midnight

[coolpepcat-deactivated20190924]

what the fuck

[ringingofraevolution]

galeries in art museums that are empty except for you 

the lighting section of home depot

stairwells

[doomgeneration1995]

•hospital waiting rooms •airports from midnight to 7am • bathrooms in small concert venues

[midtownsparker]

I just got the weirdest feeling I swear

[the-crepes-of-wrath]

OK LISTEN THERE ARE REASONS FOR THIS!!!

A lot of these places are called liminal spaces - which means they are throughways from one space to the next. Places like rest stops, stairwells, trains, parking lots, waiting rooms, airports feel weird when you’re in them because their existence is not about themselves, but the things before and after them. They have no definitive place outside of their relationship to the spaces you are coming from and going to. Reality feels altered here because we’re not really supposed to be in them for a long time for think about them as their own entities, and when we do they seem odd and out of place.

The other spaces feel weird because our brains are hard-wired for context - we like things to belong to a certain place and time and when we experience those things outside of the context our brains have developed for them, our brains are like NOPE SHIT THIS ISN’T RIGHT GET OUT ABORT ABORT. Schools not in session, empty museums, being awake when other people are asleep - all these things and spaces feel weird because our brain is like “I already have a context for this space and this is not it so it must be dangerous.” Our rational understanding can sometimes override that immediate “danger” impulse but we’re still left with a feeling of wariness and unease. 

Listen I am very passionate about liminal spaces they are fascinating stuff or perhaps I am merely a nerd. 

[sp1ne-sh0t]

I, for one, appreciate your passion for liminal spaces and thank you for explaining it to the rest of us.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

“how do people read yaoi in public?” I literally write gay porn when I’m at work 😭

[ironyquotes]

I didn't talk badly about you, I talked about what you did to me. If that makes someone look bad, that's between them and their behavior. Because telling the truth about your experience isn't bitterness, it's clarity. And I'm not responsible for protecting someone's image when they had no problem damaging my peace. Sometimes the truth only sounds harsh because someone benefited from the silence. But those days are over.

[hagiomoto]

OCism is also killing good writings. Because writers are creating characters first before having themes and goals. That's why your story sucked.

You have a character sheet and all sorts of details but you can't write a plot to save your life. Your pacing is dogshit.

[toastyglow]

so weird to have a doctor tell you "you can't go against mother nature, you can't improve on the things god already made for a specific purpose". my guy that's your whole JOB. sir you're wearing GLASSES.

[sisu-writes]

some things are better left in the past

i used to have nice friends

the kind of friends

who make you laugh so hard you snort milk outta your nose

friends who unironically said stuff like

' id trust you with my life '

' we'll be friends forever '

we talked about the boys we liked, the boys we hated

about silly things like our favorite ships,

how one day we'd be at each other's weddings

the color scheme for mine

was blue purple and white

the flowers would be

dyed blue and purple roses

my maid of honor and gentleman of honor

would wear a baby blue dress and purple tux respectively

we laughed on the floor of her dad's study

drawing pictures of our future to be

then high school ended

we graduated and went to college

we fell out of touch

years later

i decided to try reaching out to them

the response?

ghosted by one

one only texts if i initiate first

i invited one of them to my graduation

and she stood me up after promising to come

that one stung the most

a week later id told her how hurt i was about it

and she gave me a lackluster apology

and basically took no responsibility for it

we dont talk anymore.

i wish sometimes

i had left it all in the past

I shouldn't have reached out

because it just ended in disappointment

i wish i could undo those texts

and just leave it all in the past

down the stairs of my best friend's study

under the soft lamplight

giggling in our sleeping bags until midnight

our sketchbooks and notebooks splayed between us

as we swap stories and draw silly doodles

a happier version of me exists

but i can't get her back

i miss those days

but they're gone now

some things you should keep in the past

because they're precious

and lifting the glass sealing them away

ruins them a little bit

like exposing film to sunlight

i really regret reaching out to them

because it just made it worse to know

that the people who once told me

id die for you

ill read your book a thousand times

those same people cant even be assed to reply to a text message

i would've been better off not knowing

just wondering how they are

and not knowing how theyve changed

i write this blog as a sort of time capsule

because maybe one day my memories will fade

maybe one day i won't even remember my own name

(judging by how my mom's health deteriorated

its only a matter of time)