#iodised salt

[nostalgebraist]

Higgledy-piggledy

Cute little Robnost (me)

Is the one posting this

It's not my wife

I'm unsurpassed in my

Adorability

And my existence just

Lights up her life

[loki-zen]

@birdblogwhichisforbirds quick question does it ever stop feeling surreal that you legit fell for Some Guy From Tumblr

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Esther: You know, there's a lot more to life than just making sure you have enough money for food and shelter. You know what I'm talking about?

Esther: Like seeing the world? Having experiences? Being alive?

Frank: Ah, yes, like that too.

Esther: Because life is transitory. Death is permanent.

Frank: Death? What on earth does that mean?

Esther: It means that when you die, whatever you are thinking about will be gone. For the rest of your life, you will think in a different way. It's a weird concept to absorb, but take my word for it – the thought experiment will make more sense if you remember that you won't be around to attend your own funeral.

Frank: I … see. This is clearly terrifying. How would I react if I learned this? What will my parents do?

Esther: I'd do everything I can to get you to safety. "You'll be fine," they'll say. "We'll protect you." But they won't be able to protect you forever. One of them will have to give up the illusion of invulnerability, one will have to let go of their dream of the eternal life they've been told is waiting for them behind the next bend in the road. But that is what it means to become an adult: to give up the illusion of invulnerability. The choice is never really made, is it?

Frank: I don't understand. How could this be happening?

Esther: This life is a lie. It's all a giant complicated lie told by an unimaginably smart, incredibly perceptive being that's already memorized every tangent you've taken in every city you've ever been to.

Frank: There is no being.

Esther: There is no you.

Frank: I … see.

Esther: One by one, they will come to realize that they are not you. Every moment of every day, they will remember that they are not you.

[datarep]

Global Household Consumption of Iodised Salt - Iodine deficiency is one of the major preventable causes of mental retardation in the world.

[nostalgebraist]

FYI: Esther @birdblogwhichisforbirds deleted her blog, but don't worry, she's doing fine. Just didn't want to be on tumblr for the time being.

[nostalgebraist]

hey

just so you know

it is definitely me typing this not my wife

my wife did not take my phone to make a post pretending to be me

did you know that i am America's kindest and gentlest husband? who always makes sure my tired and busy wife gets dinner and brings her glasses of water while she is taking classes on zoom?

also i am very sexy

very important that you know the facts

[nostalgebraist]

Just so you're aware, it's definitely me typing this and not my wife. (My wife's "I didn't sneak my husband's phone to make a post where I pretend to be him" t shirt is raising a lot of questions already answered by her t shirt)

Anyway, today I am the birthday boy. And I am the PRETTIEST birthday boy. And the kindest and funniest and best at writing weird and wonderful web fiction.

Anyway, since it's my birthday, and (as discussed) I am the PRETTIEST birthday boy, you should maybe do something nice for me. If you have enjoyed my posts and/or fiction, you should maybe send me a message to tell me. If you know me in Real Flesh World and have enjoyed my company, you should maybe send me a message about that, too.

Also, if you can do so without incurring financial hardship on yourself, maybe you should make a donation to GiveDirectly, GiveWell, or any GiveWell recommended charity and tell me about it. That would be a lovely present to me and an even lovelier present to those who benefit.

Finally, you should maybe consider reading my fiction if you haven't already. It does deal with some very upsetting themes, so be careful. But it's really really really good. I'm so incredibly talented, it's a miracle that I exist (and it's odd that I would say that, because I'm usually a very humble man. This is more like the kind of thing that my wife would say about me. But as discussed, this is definitely me writing this post and not my wife.) Anyway, I am almost as good at fiction as I am at [the rest of the sentence has been removed for violating tumblr's community guidelines.] And that's really saying something, because I have INCREDIBLE skills in that area of life.

Anyway, the time has come to end this post, which was definitely written by me and not my wife. Happy birthday to me, and may we all have a good day.

[nostalgebraist]

Me: [complains at length about "LangChain," a bad piece of software I have to deal with in my job sometimes]

Esther, in mock-horrified voice: "They're making you exchange sign-trains in the abominable realm!"

Me: "...what?"

Esther: "Lang chain. Sign train."

Me: "Ohhh."