Thank you A Herbivorous Dragon of 5,000 Years Gets Unfairly Villainized Season 2 Episode 11 - The Light of Hope (though I would like to add an ‘N’ to your title).
Kind of seems notable that, were we looking to rent right now, we could use today’s AI obsession (cause AI makes everything smarter, right?) to get Kota inside.
Doest thou dove laugh or mourn
My living arrangement is more stable then my democracy.
I got a button for a 📸 (that I use way more than I accidentally slide my way over to the 📸). I got a watch for a 🔦 (that I use way more than I accidentally activate this GD 🔦). Why TF aren’t these optional? U think because you disappeared the corner radius control center glitch you all ✔️.
When you’re about a f$&k shy from cracking open the Fitness app and tracking how your heart rate just fluctuated ten minutes either side of the previous posting.
Remind me why I’ve kept myself grounded for fourty-fuckall years. I thought we, every one of us, wished we could fucking fly.
Here is me shoving another lightbulb into a drawer.
I guess the audience I write for is the crickets
When the dog takes off running ‘cause your stomach growled.
Bee tee dubs, one of them words was French in that last one or your guess is as good as mine as to how it got there.
I mean, now that I find myself watching subs instead of dubs, Crunchyroll, I could be fluent in Japanese by the end of next year were you to simply slap that syllabic Japanese (like Kota) up alongside the English.
*** ☾𐂂 stews over ☾𐂂’s inability to spell already acquired words come nande
Since this kind of shit oughta be digestible from the timeline.
And that is what I get for trying to inline an image using the MB app >.<
I suppose the skirt-around-society approach would be to disconnect my feed again while keeping those of y’all I put back in my timeline so we interact.
After watching Blue Period 8 times, I realized I could make real art. I never finished my first attempt (capturing the emotion I felt when I found myself looking at a quote on a wall) because we decided to buy a house.
I was gearing up for an epic ending. I was gonna weave y’all a dragon.
If philosophy is not science, perhaps it measures its performance. Not sure how you introduce logic proofs into a subject without calling it science, though. I think On Certainty might scrape this subject.
Perhaps we produce mutually exclusive thoughts because additional drivers arrive. My logic center is absolutely certain that I require human connection to persist in any kind of positive emotional state of being. My emotional center says fuck you all, I don’t need you. I suppose these are my wolves.
Body photography is awkward. I gone and snapped a shot ‘cause dropping 38 lbs over the last two years (and acquiring a muscle set can pop Kota up on my shoulder to play parakeet) feels neurodivergently documentable. Documentable because I stopped working out. I stopped leaving the house entirely.
You are an embarrassment to college football, B10, or BIG 10, or whatever TF you call your collection of small little teams (not 10 teams, anymore, you branding dipshits… only to be outdone by the slough of pacific coast schools just joined the Atlantic Coast Conference).
Takeaways from a 2008ish Career Psychology Assessment
The confidence to ask to visit a psychiatrist about feeling depressed since the assessment suggested a state of depression. My intelligence quotient is really hard to measure because I won’t provide two incorrect answers in succession. Dual brains are real, requiring twice the maintenance of the standard issue left or right brain. The world (as represented by a very nice, intelligent gentleman performing the assessment) would two-bird this fucker by having me write instruction manuals. I just don’t know how to square this sudden onset of inspired writing and the bits of me I put on display with the crickets @manton gives me back. @odd and @pratik tend to keep me engaged (few others as well), but I’m still 50/50 on whether keeping my posts connected to the MB timeline is positive.
I almost need the excavator to come back for five minutes, trigger me, and then leave so all these hammers pounding sound like raindrops.