Sometimes you take a nap. Sometimes a nap takes you.
Coming out on the stage in gamescofm discussing how Norman Reedus’s dick can be used as a weapon and a tool to connect the fractured world.
he kind of went from being mysterious and showing stuff that was ambiguous and impossible to interpret, to showing and saying too much about spoilery character settings all at once.
Has been bothering me all this time. Do people actually use the 5-star rating system in the terms Goodreads apparently wants it to be?
For the love of all bookish I see no sense in this “1 – did not like; 2 – it was ok; 3 – liked it; 4 – really liked it; 5 – it was amazing;” annotations they insist on.
I my head it was always: “1 – hated it/dnf; 2- did not like; 3 – it was ok; 4 -liked it; 5 – loved it;”.
I have very little trust and respect towards people who appear to cower before authority of any kind. Especially grown adults. People who place too much weight into vertically structured society and authority are always the first to abuse it. They’re like time bombs and I don’t like being around them.
because while I’m reading I’m not screwing up.
I kind of hate most of ‘how to’ books and blog posts.
The only kinds of ‘how to’s I can accept are the the technical manuals, as in ‘how to correctly assemble a bookshelf/repair your appliance and not brain yourself’ kind of things.
The ‘how to’s that talk about art and living in general make me nauseous.
I think, compared to my dislike towards people who need to have someone to tell them how to live or write, I despise those who are all too happy to tell others how they should live or create things even more.
Whenever I read any kind of space sci-fi, I miss Vulcans.
I feel there should be more Vulcans everywhere.
You can’t break down if you’re already broken throughout. And you can’t lose your shit if you don’t have your shit together consistently.
It caught me a little off guard with how simple and true this is.
Me, sitting up an saying to myself in a stern no-nonsense voice, practically biting out:
“And now I’m going to sit up, and take my medicine, and go brush my face and wash my teeth and go to bed and not think about all this mess at all!”
…and I can’t even talk myself down without sounding like and idiot. True story.
me: I need a big dog. So it will protect me and walk me.
mother: don’t get a dog so it can perform the functions of a man
me: no, I need a dog so I won’t need to ask a man to perform functions of a dog
I have only 2 days left until my vacation.
And I thought I was fine. I thought I had a scheldule, a plan of things to not forget to do before I leave. I had an image of how to get through this week.
Now I have only 2 days left and out of nowhere I’m having humans-related groundless anxiety attacks multiple times a day, and don’t know how to survive these 2 days without going mad.
And I’m forgetting all the things I had to remember to do, and only grit my teeth praying for the time to pasd quicker and release me.