#boring bleach larp

[bleachbleachbleach]

Hot damn, I just got a taste of how rich people get talked to. I got an email from a Director of Philanthopy, and HOW do you come across that politely poised and buttery, porcelain smooth in an email?? Like, the email had good posture and bespoke shoes, somehow. (Why was I getting this email? NOT BECAUSE I AM THE TARGET AUDIENCE THAT'S FOR SURE. But I offered feedback in the early stages of some exhibit copy, which is how I assume I ended up in his rolodex. Because the email was really about the attached PDF, which was about WINGS OF THE MUSEUM AVAILABLE TO BE NAMED AFTER DONORS, which, LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL I am several million trillion monetary units from having the means for or inclination toward such a thing. But it was the most beautiful email, truly.

Like if a tea ceremony were an email, it would be this email. Lightly tailored, full of grace, seasonally specific. Just perfect.

Except for the part where I received it and immediately thought "I wonder if the Kuchiki staff can match this," which is, well.

Evidence of some life choices/predilections I must simply live with.

But anyway, like, even the most polished speakers in Bleach still kind of come across like they think everyone around them is an asshole (Byakuya, Aizen). Which is absolutely not the vibes this email gave off. But maybe the Kuchiki Director of Philanthopy, for instance, can be posh without it being politeness that masks actual disdain or condescension. What. a. skill.

[bleachbleachbleach]

sometimes you get a stupid one (Hell Butterfly)

Of Microsoft Outlook's many failings, one of its most aggravating is the fact that if you reply to an email thread, but you were the last one to have sent a message in the thread, "Reply" just sends your next message... to you.

The follow-up email you want to send, because your correspondent did not reply? To you.

The addendum you want to add, but still want to keep the thread in order? To you.

This is true for threads with multiple users, but also ones with *just you* and your correspondent. Recently, they've rebranded this "feature" and now the message re-enters your inbox labeled "Note to Self."

Oh fuck RIGHT off, Outlook. This is not a feature! I can guarantee you the rare occasions I've wanted to send an email to myself far outnumber the number of follow-ups I've attempted.

I say this here because as much of a fan of Hell Butterflies as I am, they are still insects, they still have some sapience outside of their role as a messenger service.

SO I BET YOU. IT IS ALSO. VERY EASY. TO SEND A HELL BUTTERFLY TO YOURSELF. Either by accident or because sometimes you get one that's a bit stupid.

You'll roll into the office, fire off a bunch of lepidoptera, and then--there will be a bunch of butterflies meandering the room, some of which will be for you from elsewhere, and some of which will just be... from you.

Casual Gotei Tuesday experience

[bleachbleachbleach]

Hear me out

Yeah, yeah, the license plate is Ichigo, and there's even a #1 after it--clearly this is Ichigo as a car.

Why stop there though.

Because, see, I've also made a post about what car Rukia would be if she were a car. My initial choice was a Toyota 86 (the Ichigo1 car pictured above), but I decided to go old school and choose its antecedent, the Toyota 2000GT from around the era when Rukia became a shinigami.

Therefore it makes all the sense in the world that THIS is Ichigo as a car, specifically while borrowing Rukia's powers--they're hers, but not hers. They are partially this 15-year old boy's.

And notice that crack in the bumper?

WELL FUCKIN' WELL.

WE KNOW WHO PUT THAT THERE.

That car was Ichigo, specifically imbued with Rukia's power, specifically on the street in the middle of fighting Renji.

AND TWO WEEKS AGO I HAD THE PRIVILEGE OF WALKING RIGHT PAST IT.

[bleachbleachbleach]

My workplace was historically a conservatory. It is not currently a conservatory, as evinced by the fact that *I* work here and I don't know shit about music--not in any real way. But many of my colleagues do, and any time I listen in on their conversations I'm just like, yeah, I'm pretty sure that's how the spiritual arts work. Bankai, even

Like, today they were talking about swing and how it's not necessarily even about the note length but the swing actually comes out of the articulation

and how she was telling a bassoonist he simply couldn't play it straight because it's a contemporary piece which means that it's been influenced by all music that came before it and in this case it means jazz, it means rock, it means [very specific subgenre of funk I can't remember the name of]--and all of that history is breathing into this piece and he needs to think about that--

[bleachbleachbleach]

Rukia: My dearest most exalted elder brother, I have made you Birthday Soup!

Byakuya: It is very fine soup. Rukia.

[bleachbleachbleach]

Trying to Boring Bleach LARP my way through a frustrating morning of massive amounts of random paperwork, while also peering at instructions (arrived at via a labyrinthine combination of nested hyperlinks + Outlooks very poor search function)--instructions that cannot possibly actually mean that can they? Because that would be ridiculous and then following them anyway.

But we have arrived at the part of my day where cross-software functionality is absolutely not functioning the way it used to before the update (obviously, an improvement) and I am three "let me download this massive suite of software that takes forever to download" in and am just going to have to start over, I guess, so honestly Soul Society should be GLAD they have to handwrite all those reports goddamn

[bleachbleachbleach]

Hmmm the new denreishinki ads were definitely developed by the Vice Captains this month

[bleachbleachbleach]

I’m at a work conference right now, and one of my colleagues told me about a bar where you could get a gigantic pandan cinnamon roll. Obviously I wanted a gigantic pandan cinnamon roll, enough that I took a whole extra bus and walked through a Severe Thunderstorm Warning to get it (water literally streamed out of my blazer sleeve there was so much wet happening lol). But my true test came from the fact that Oklahoma is ruthlessly friendly and Some Guy immediately started to chat me up at the bar, to the extent that they served his soup and my cinnamon roll together and the bartender thought we were on the same tab. Maybe this is normal bar behavior, I wouldn’t know; I don’t go to bars to do bar things. I just wanted a pandan cinnamon roll the size of my head.

I basically learned this guy’s whole life story, up to and including the topic of his MA thesis, where his friends sourced their furniture from for their B&B venture, how he decides what barber to get a haircut from, and what the birthday card he’s designing is going to look like. Also the mat and frame for his newest print, etc. Oh and the Discord for the outsider art community gallery he’s part of. Don’t get me wrong, he was very friendly and the art was quite good (he mostly does video installations for local band concerts, also he ate three pints of ice cream in succession the other night) but words can’t describe how much I pretty much never want to talk to anyone, ever, and just wanted to eat a pandan cinnamon roll. He asked if we could be friends in Instagram and I told him I didn’t use it so he was like “Facebook?” and I was like “Do you still use Facebook?” (I do indeed have a Facebook that I use but why anyone still uses Facebook is still a valid question!) And he proceeded to tell me that he grew up on LiveJournal and now uses his Facebook like a LiveJournal and BLESS UP he didn’t think anyone still uses LJ because I use my LJ more often than anything besides B3, basically. Then he asked me my Myers-Briggs type so I feel like we were mere inches from him asking if we could be friends on Tumblr.

Anyway, he enjoyed part of my pandan cinnamon roll and I also enjoyed my pandan cinnamon roll, even though fit came at the social cost of having to be perceived.

But the whole time I was also thinking like, goddamn, imagine being a shinigami on deployment jn the Living World and stuffing yourself in a whole entire gigai just to go get a pandan cinnamon roll and you end up laced into a conversation with Some Guy for over an hour and he’s not even DEAD (how you usually end up in these situations as a shinigami, attempting to konsou the talkative ones) and then when you get back to Soul Society your bff Joe Shinigami asks what the Living World was like and you forget to mention the pandan cinnamon roll (there is no cake in Soul Society) but you rattle off three random things you learned about/from Bar Guy and this proceeds to shape your bff Joe Shinigami’s entire perspective on the Living World and then a few months later everyone in your divine wants B&B furniture “from France” for the office and won’t get a haircut without following a specific protocol and oh my god your bff Joe Shinigami has the biggest mouth and the weirdest friends and now all of the Seireitei is just LIKE this now and someone in the 8th keeps saying he’s “doing his Master’s on Hector Crevecoeur” even though who knows what THAT means, not him, and it’s all imprints on imprints on imprints

And Soul Society STILL doesn’t have pandan cinnamon rolls