#I'm putting this in the

[kickedin17]

Was going to work on the next chapter of my fic tonight but then decided to be responsible and water my flowers and also played with my dog, and then decided to knit like 7 rows of my current project, and then decided to eat a peach for dessert, and then realized my peaches were going to go bad before I can finish them all so I decided to make a peach cobbler at 9:25pm, but first of all I didn't have the right type of milk (only had oat. Because Woke. And actually I did have real milk but it went bad yesterday and I didn't realize til I poured it into the mixing bowl and then discovered that it smelled horrible so had to dump out like half a cup of sugar), and I think there was way too much water from cooking down the peaches, and also I had to more than halve the recipe bc I only had 2 peaches and it called for 5 but there was WAY too much batter in comparison to the peaches even halved and it boiled over the first baking dish, so I had to put it in a different one and it got all over my only good oven mitts while I was doing that so getting it back into the oven was an Event, and then after all of that fuckmess 40 minutes later it was just a slop pudding of peaches and sugar-flour with burnt edges, and I didn't know how to fix it because it was bedtime by then (30 minutes ago), so I cried and dumped it out & took the trash out, and then while I was walking to the dumpster in the dark asked myself What if there was a scary man hiding in the corn field across the street from my house? which was a cool idea to plant in my own mind because I'm home entirely alone this week, so now I'm just thinking about that, and also while my peach slop was cooking I decided to make a different lunch for work tomorrow instead of the lunch I was going to take (which was the leftover spaghetti I made for dinner bc I remembered I sometimes get sick if I eat tomato sauce 2 days in a row), and in the process of that found a bunch of rotten vegetables my parents left in the fridge before they went out of town, and it's now 11pm and I have to be up at 6am, and I did not work on my fic.

Moral of the story is Never procrastinate joshler to be "productive." Always commit to joshler only

[himikochan]

Today was a whole lot of a day: this is more of a feelings update

I spent the day prepping food for the family- my grandma lives in senior housing and she had a party room reserved for us to come over to celebrate Thanksgiving. None of us are especially partial to the "holiday", and we're more like a Day of Mourning crowd, but it's important to my grandma. She's of the generation put in the concentration camps and there's all these Americanisms that perforate through her Nisei life.

For years, she did Thanksgiving with her oldest brother and his wife (both also interned and Nisei) but earlier this year they moved out of town to live with their daughter as they are both about 95 now. It's interesting the ways they wholeheartedly welcomed "Americana" in their life: when they were permitted to leave the concentration camps, it was with the orders that they would not educate their children in Japanese, form the kinds of organizations/communities they did before, and would become model citizens. So my grandma and her siblings could read kana but not kanji and had/have difficultly speaking, but understand at a high level when they are spoken to.

They all peppered their lives with the great conflicting dualisms of American immigrant life- deeply patriotic but distrusting of the government, celebrating Christian holidays full of enthusiasm and hardly any of them baptized as Christians, running successful businesses that employed other minorities but did not invite them to eat with the family. Think of ardent Cubs fans, frothing Easter bonnets, shooting competitions, Christmas trees overflowing with Coke decorations, and taiko drums made out of the backyard tree.

so like, a LOT rolled up for me re: "American" holidays even without the genocide of indigenous folx

so sort of highlights of today:

I woke up hella early to get in the car with my mama and shout our way through the AMERICAN IDIOT album which is always a good way to start off this shit

I've been helping her cook and prep stuff for about 3 days and I mf cooked the turkey even though I HATE turkey my dudes I don't like it but my grandma wanted it so here's a picture of my first plate

My siblings still aren't talking to each other but they both showed up??? :S in my honest opinion, I'm not taking either side not because I'm being some kind of moderate or apologist but because I think they're BOTH in the wrong. I love them, they're flawed people, and they've both done shitty things to the other but pretty equally (they keep trading off who is snubbing who).

My baby cousin showed up- she's been spotty with that kind of stuff since her ma died (our mothers are sisters) so it was really lovely to see her. I was one of her primary caregivers for a long time, before I was really even grown, and it seems like we're both ready to have a relationship again.

Also, today I caught "Alice's Restaurant Massacree" on xrt today!I first heard it when the late xrt dj Lin Brehmer played it last year on Thanksgiving when he hosted. I was cooking by myself for the family and was so happy to share it with Lin Brehmer- I really do miss him very much every day. So I snapped a picture of my grandma's kitchen when I listened today and tagged xrt- I know another dj I like Ryan Arnold checks the tags and when I met him, he was delighted to meet me in person because he remembered all the things I said about xrt and his slot specifically :)

Later on in the afternoon, we started inviting in my grandma's acquaintances from the building in to have a bite and take home some leftovers and I'm like... continuously jarred by older Japanese that really blame individual Japanese-Americans for not speaking Japanese. The guy I'm thinking of was Issei (first gen) but around my grandma's age so in his 80s-90s and seemed to have moved to the US much later in life. He was very rude about her Japanese skills- even though he spoke very little English and is her "friend"- and chided her for not teaching us more Japanese and it's like MY DUDE the US GOVERNMENT dropped the atom bomb on her cousins and immediately told Japanese in America to integrate so like? wtf

also, the 'feelings bingus' saga continues: as-in he's still texting me and sending me memes on insta and I'm not responding because I'm fed up with this shit

We ate hella early because grandma and her friends get tired early, so when I popped home I made a quick ramen with leftover broth and ham because I was sick of the smell of the food I've been cooking for days

Tomorrow I'm hoping to do some knitting or work on my Bocksten mini-projects, but also!

I found a job posting I'm going to apply for! It's sort of a temp position, just 3 months, but it seems fulltime and at the same wage I used to make. I really, really, really miss my old job. But I really miss what it was 2 years ago, not what it was when I left.

[lordgolden]

I AM SCREAMING LMAOOOO!!! THANK YOU

[fastcardotmp3]

the spring fic…. like ouch man

I want to apologize but I'm also not sorry but also thank you that's what I was going for but also my bad but also thanks for reading ily but also

[monsoon-of-art]

[heavensickness]

[eastgaysian]

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

Wyll is so fucking funny and no amount of acknowledgement about this could ever be enough. He's literally walking around being so casually hilarious completely under-the-radar. He calls Halsin a "thick hunk of an elf". He once accidently implied that he was fucking an ogre instead of killing it and then proceeded to absolutely stumble his way through explaining. He gets excited by Lae'zel talking about carnal pleasures. He canonically tells his pessimistic thoughts to shut the hell up. He volunteers to babysit Shadowheart's hypothetical werewolf babies as long as she gets him gloves. He tries to give Gale a hero moniker like his own. He jokes that his father, the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate, can't spell. He calls Astarion "Mister Fangs". He makes up storybook chapter names for his own fucking adventures. As a child he got chased by the Flaming Fist for stealing fruit, nearly drowned trying to find mermaids in the harbor, and almost successfully broke into the Counting House. He reads monster erotica, and is not ashamed to tell you about it. He ranks eating pudding among life's greatest moments. He will, without shame and completely unprompted, meow at you. He is 24 years old.

[annalyticall]

My new favorite excuse for not jumping on new trends or bandwagons is 'I'm 30.' No more explanation needed because anyone under 30 just thinks I'm old and everyone over 30 understands implicitly

[sirsheoth]

I kiss you with tongue and as that happens I slide an ibuprofen in your mouth since you have a headache

[shortmexicangirl]

'can i copy your homework?'

'yeah just don't make it obvious'

[harbingersecho]

you will regret this for the rest of your life

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[samd1o1]

My experience with queer media lately:

[hell0mega]

people are drawing Steamboat Willie Mickey doing all this crazy shit and whatnot, but you could always do that. you can do that now, with current Mickey, just fine. it's fanart and it's legally protected. hell you could take Disney-drawn Mickey and put a caption about unions or whatever on it and it would still be protected under free speech and sometimes even parody law.

what is special about public domain is that you can SELL him. you could take a screenshot and sell it on a tshirt. you can use him to advertise your plumbing business. people have already uploaded and monetized the original film.

you could always have Mickey say what you want, but now you can profit off it.