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??? Ok, now this is just getting confusing, anon...
For Grandma Mary
I wish I’d met her But I half forget her And the parts I have Were only told to me.
They’re mushy and blurry And they make me worry, see- There’s a ghost, I see her, at the edge of these scenes I can’t see it but I feel it, I feel the unseen.
Sure, domestic bliss, but can’t you all see this? Sure, thank you for the kiss, but first- isn’t that weird mist?
I don’t mean to rock the boat. I don’t mean to be too mean. But you don’t mention her, don’t venture there, Into those things unseen.
The 04:00 Delusion, or: What Day is it Anyway?
There is a distinct, quiet tragedy in working the night shift, a fundamental unraveling of time that twenty-five years on the London Underground has done absolutely nothing to cure. I call it The Chrono-Baffle.
You step onto the platform in the crisp ink of a Monday evening, fully prepared to battle the darkness. You do your duty. But somewhere between the third lukewarm coffee and the eerie, hollow hum of an empty station, reality fractures. You look at your watch. It is 02:00 on Tuesday. You look at the official log. According to the railway, it is still stubbornly, defiantly Monday.
Classic management move, really. Why accept the natural rotation of the earth when you can simply decree that tomorrow doesn't officially kick off until 04:00? It is a bureaucratic gaslighting of the highest order.
By the time the sun bleeds over the rails and you finally stagger back into daylight, the brain is entirely fried. You are a ghostly, well-meaning pigeon blinking at the morning commuters. They are aggressively conquering a Tuesday; you are still emotionally trapped in yesterday’s late afternoon. You crawl into bed to sleep the sleep of the beautifully confused, entirely unsure whether you’ve travelled forward in time, backward, or sideways.
You’d think a quarter of a century of this would breed expertise. Instead, it just breeds a profound, permanent state of existential jetlag. Glorious, really.
So like lowkey what do you do when you get a reward for subjects but NOT EVEN GET CREDIT FROM BIOLOGY. I really don't want to sound ungrateful or anything but I was literally on the edge of tears as I got a reward for being 2nd in HISTORY and credit for FRENCH BUT NOT BIOLOGY... No. biology.
Lowkey might launch my old bio teacher into a live volcano, how bout that Mrs K. 🥹
Also hello I'm finally back for like a day or two then I'm gone again 🫰
U.S.-Iran deal latest: More Israeli strikes in Lebanon, confusion over Strait of Hormuz ahead of signing
8m ago Mixed messaging over Strait of Hormuz Mixed messages about the status of the U.S. naval blockade of Iran’s ports and vessels around the Strait of Hormuz, and uncertainty over the terms in the U.S.-Iran agreement, have kept tanker traffic to a minimum so far. On Sunday, President Trump announced an agreement had been reached with Iran and said in a Truth Social post that he would…
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?? katie? is that you again?
i just saw someone get into a fight with someone else and it just did not compute. it was like.
A: i like the color blue
B: i like the color purple
A: cool! wanna know a fun fact abt blue?
B: okay!
A: our blood is blue until it becomes exposed to oxygen!
B: oh, that's actually a common misconception. It's really the veins that are blue, not the blood. (edit: i see you have blocked me, maybe you should learn how to be smart for once instead of ignorant and childish)
A: GRRRR I FUCKING HATE YOU GET BLOCKED
(this is my beautiful reenactment, using the color blue.)
As you can see, i am very confused. literally why are you fighting.
The original conversation was about whether homestuck reached an audience outside of problem sleuth's readers. not vriscourse or whatever, just whether homestuck had effective advertising. what am i missing??
how do i read the room better i saw no reason for them to fight :(
(my main worry is accidentally making somebody think i want to fight them.)
they could've had a beautiful friendship about their enthusiasm about cool colors and blood, and now they are enemies.