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the rubberbandits are so forgotten now, that i'm influencing the apple music chart all on my own
i don't have a screenshot of the first time i noticed this, because i just thought it was a coincidence. but not one of these top 3 were on the chart before i relistened to the album and put them on my playlist the other day
i get how niche "2011 irish satire comedy hip-hop" is, so this really isn't shocking, but i still think this is interesting. i'm gonna start listening to 'danny dyer'' to test this theory
another day being the only rubberbandits fan in existence
the rubberbandits are so forgotten now, that i'm influencing the apple music chart all on my own
i don't have a screenshot of the first time i noticed this, because i just thought it was a coincidence. but not one of these top 3 were on the chart before i relistened to the album and put them on my playlist the other day
i get how niche "2011 irish satire comedy hip-hop" is, so this really isn't shocking, but i still think this is interesting. i'm gonna start listening to 'danny dyer'' to test this theory
goodbye chiikawa
oil paint on board, 2026
logged onto twitter and the first thing on my timeline is an AI image of donald trump getting fucked doggystyle by netenyahu. on god they gonna kill us all
thinking about this tweet i posted 3 months ago
a few months ago my best friend and i were having a discussion about whether we would like to die obliviously, while asleep, or whether we'd like to be awake to experience it.
i said i'd like to be awake, because in my mind, it's one of the most significant events of your life. it's also the answer to the question every human has ever had, since the beginning of our existence — what does death really feel like, and what's on the other side? what i hadn't considered is that even if i was awake, i might have no idea that i was actively in the process of dying.
as i bled out into my own body on that same friend's couch, it's not like i was completely oblivious to my surroundings. i was aware of how my body felt. the speed of my breathing, the cold, the nausea, my heart rate, the pain i was in; i was acutely aware of all of it. my brain just couldn't connect the dots.
i even had this sense of doom, like i knew something very, very bad was about to happen. and i was deeply, deeply confused. i don't know about what, just in general. it's very hard to articulate how this feels, because it's such a primal feeling that words just fall short of. i'll remember that feeling for the rest of my life.
but i didn't do anything about how i felt. by the time i had bled enough to, in a normal state of consciousness, realize something was very wrong and find help — i had lost the ability to, because my brain simply did not have enough oxygenated blood to produce a thought that stressful and complex.
to call for medical help would have required me to not only acknowledge the danger i was in, but also weigh the complex social and financial decision that it would be to call an ambulance, and that was way out of my brain's capabilities. doing nothing was the easiest, most resource-effective thing to do. so i kept laying there, until the pressure in my abdomen (which i now realize was blood, not urine), made me want to use the bathroom.
and that was a quick, mindless, routine decision, so then i got up, and almost immediately lost consciousness and dropped onto the floor. standing up made my blood pressure drop quickly and severely enough that my heart couldn't pump blood to my brain against gravity, so my brain shut everything off to force me back into a horizontal position, where it could get enough blood to stay alive.
if i stayed laying down, my blood pressure would have kept dropping and dropping, until i just silently went unconscious and died within 45 minutes. if i hadn't got up and fainted instantly, my friend wouldn't have realized the danger i was in, and wouldn't have called the ambulance. if the paramedics and nurses were just a little more tired, a little more sleep deprived, they might not have been quick enough to save my life. if the person who's blood is currently running through my veins hadn't donated it, i might have bled out in the ER.
the thought that i was half an hour away from death is terrifying. and it's not something i've thought of before, but when i'm of age, i feel it's my duty to donate blood whenever i can.
Kudzanai-Violet Hwami (Zimbabwean, 1993) - You Are Killing My Spirit (2021)
i love smoking cigarettes.
i'm not saying this to be edgy, i swear to fuck. and this isn't a "cigarettes are good, actually" post. hear me out.
one of my favourite parts of the day is, on my walk, when i get the urge to smoke. so i find a public bench to sit down on, and i go through my little ritual of finding my lighter, tapping my cigarette down on the pack, and rolling the filter between my lips before finally lighting it. it gives me an excuse to sit down, to relax, without any stimulation other than the hand-to-mouth and my surroundings. during these moments i find myself noticing things i never would have, if i was just walking by, more focused on my own thoughts and the music in my headphones. 'oh, that guy's shoelaces are untied, haha'. 'the plants in that window are pretty nice'. 'that's a cute couple, i hope they stay happy'.
and then when i'm at parties or at a loud bar, i get overstimulated, and need to step outside. i can't just leave, that's not socially acceptable at all. my friends will think i hate them. but if i say "im gonna go out for a smoke", suddenly i have the perfect excuse to go outside, where it's quiet, and just calm my nervous system down. it's deep breathing, legitimately. inhale for three seconds, hold for three, exhale for six. now if i just drank 5 gin & tonics, do you think i'm gonna step outside and breathe with my diaphragm for five minutes? that doesn't happen. but if you add a cigarette into that equation, it does. all of a sudden, i have a socially acceptable reason to leave the party and go outside to do fucking breathwork.
i also find that smokers naturally congregate. around trash cans with ashtrays, in designated smoking areas, outside of bars and restaurants, behind buildings. and when people gather like that, they tend to interact with each other, because we all have at least one thing in common. 'can i get a light?' or 'can i bum one off you?' has led to lots of conversations with people that i would have never gotten the chance to speak with otherwise. i met my closest friend by stepping off to smoke during a train stop. the first thing he ever said to me was "hey, brother, could i have one of yours?"
i could add another 4 paragraphs about how terrible smoking is, but you don't need me to tell you that. we all know it. it's just that often, when i tell people that i smoke, their immediate reaction is to judge. "why?" and "you should quit" i get a lot, because i think that a lot of non-smokers see it as completely valueless, and only a way to satiate an addiction. but to me, there's more value in it than i care to think about most of the time
ну в мене вже слів нема
це було не воно. кілька ракет на львів це не достатньо в таких обставинах як рекордну кількість повідомлень УВБ. будемо дивитись що ввечері буде, бо МІГи вже на посадці
15 повідомлень — це абсолютний рекорд за першу половину дня. 2 активні позивні (НЖТІ та ЦЖАП) працюють у парі. останній раз як стільки повідомлень було, це декілька місяців тому, і потім почали їбашити ракетами по інфраструктурних центрах києва.
це може означати кілька речей. але, швидше за все, що вони готуються змінити методи шифрування. однозначно, не добре. це може бути нічого, або щось велике скоро станеться.
шістнадцяте повідомлення на сьогодні, і день ледве розпочався
повернувся індекс 03... 🫨
цікаво...
15 повідомлень — це абсолютний рекорд за першу половину дня. 2 активні позивні (НЖТІ та ЦЖАП) працюють у парі. останній раз як стільки повідомлень було, це декілька місяців тому, і потім почали їбашити ракетами по інфраструктурних центрах києва.
це може означати кілька речей. але, швидше за все, що вони готуються змінити методи шифрування. однозначно, не добре. це може бути нічого, або щось велике скоро станеться.
шістнадцяте повідомлення на сьогодні, і день ледве розпочався
повернувся індекс 03... 🫨
15 повідомлень — це абсолютний рекорд за першу половину дня. 2 активні позивні (НЖТІ та ЦЖАП) працюють у парі. останній раз як стільки повідомлень було, це декілька місяців тому, і потім почали їбашити ракетами по інфраструктурних центрах києва.
це може означати кілька речей. але, швидше за все, що вони готуються змінити методи шифрування. однозначно, не добре. це може бути нічого, або щось велике скоро станеться.
John Jacobsmeyer (American, 1964) - Danger (2013)
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