#idfk. we’ll just see how the rest of the year goes

[supergraphicultramoderngirl]

i may have survived my first subtextually homoerotic best friendship but i sure as hell am not going to survive this one

[gamesoffate]

The Darker Grey: Arc1 Ses8

[Watch P1 Here] [Watch P2 Here] [Watch P3 Here]

Mission/Session Eight

Oh look, it’s my fucking turn again to spin the tale of our daily life in the big bad Greyhounds. Such a fucking waste of time but whatever…HERE WE GO YOU DICKBAGS!

Alright, since we are going by chronological order, I wasn’t exactly there for this situation. Our good moron Percy explaining what wonderful thing he got himself into. Apparently while we were out dealing with Mike, our dearly departed dip shit of a leader that now lies riddled with bullets…Good riddance. 

But yeah back to the thing that happened. Percy wakes up chained to some bed in some normal ass looking room. Sure that’s nothing new for him but yeah. The young library wench that we took the money from places a curse on him that he can’t steal anymore, throwing sawdust all over him and shit. Magic is fucking weird and stupid but yeah. She says he will be cursed until he pays her back completely. Her motive other than that was that she found out we blinded that old bag Mag who ran that mystic shop. Old bitch would have died soon anyway, what’s wrong with being blind for the rest of her short years? People are soo fucking whiny. So yeah only the library bitch is the only one that can take the curse off. 

Percy, of course agrees to do this, not known for manning up to anything. Apparently she claps and his dumb ass wakes up in front of the QBF covered in dew and shit.

So this is when the rest of this group including the awesome mother fucker writing this piece of shit report is sitting in the usual spot. There’s a crying woman, Itniss’ gf or whatever but nobody bothers to ask what is up. Like we would give a shit anyway. Itniss is comforting her though. How cute. I’m not rolling my eyes. 

Sincere, that little wimpy shit comes up to us and with his usual little weak ass self. He asks Hazel who I just ragged about losing her eye that Rolan, his dead friend was supposed to be in some tournament and asks her to take his position in the fight because she’s strong and since his dead bf died, he would have to fight and we all know that wouldn’t end well. Useless twat. She says ‘we’ll see’. Apparently the tournament is this afternoon so she doesn’t have much time to decide.

Percy then asks the million dollar question about her missing eye then she redirects it to me. I’m not going to tell some absent doucher what happened so I withheld the info. Percy has no idea where he went apparently and neither do we. I just assumed he ran away like a little bitch as always. 

Percy then explains the events that happened, already explained above. I aint writing it again, for the love of fuck. So the genius I am says we should just force them to take off the curse. My gun is good for this sort of thing. I remember her being a little mouse so shouldn’t be a problem. Percy says they need the money and I we agree as long as we get it back. We can always kill the bitch and take it. No big deal.

I’m feeling proud still having come from the successful night of killing that useless prick Mike so I had to brag cause hell yeah! Fuck that guy! 

Then the front door blasts open and Boss lady comes stomping in with her samurai wannabe ass partner (one of those ooh so amazing Alpha’s). They are arguing about some stupid shit and rules and yada yada I don’t know what the fuck they are on about. They push past my druggie I brought on board and Toshiro uses his token ‘bitch tits’ line. Articulate.  They go upstairs, talking about compromise. Idfk.

Yunam is just about to leave when Rajeet comes up to our table or as I like to call him, boss number three. He stops Yunam and nudges his head back to the table. Boss 3 tries to give us a mission but we talk about sorting the curse out first. He calls it a personal problem and gives us some mission about getting in the good graces of the Mayor of the mines, his royal sootness! Apparently now we can’t be found responsible for killing any officials or some shit. I was losing interest. Details, details. 

Our mission for the night is to go to some scrap metal factory that turns shit to weapons, located out in the boonies. We are simply to fuck the place up so it doesn’t work anymore. Simple shit, nothing more. I ask questions and he gets bitchy, bringing up my dead father that I shot through the fucking chest with a shot gun. Wouldn’t mind doing the same to this Boss 3. Stupid prick. 

We go to get Yunam to help with the whole curse shit. We got upstairs, me and Percy. Little boy is napping…of course. We hear noises from a room, rage induced voices. Hopefully not Boss 1 and 2 having angry sex or some shit. We get closer and hear them arguing that this is a partnership even as Anakah is becoming true alpha, Grey dog. 

Anakah is sticking up for our group saying we are worthy of being Beta’s but Toshiro disagrees the dumb ass hat. Toshiro goes on about it taking others years to become Beta’s and we have only been there for a few days. Anakah sticks by her decision but then Toshiro says it’s just cause she likes us. Then it’s a pissing contest between them about being jealous and shit. 

Percy finally knocks and Toshiro answers and grunts like a caveman with less brains. I of course greet him with ‘What’s up bitch?’ We ask to speak to Anakah, the he slams the door and she opens it again. Percy asks for the money needed for the lifting of the curse. She says as long as we will return it. Like we would let them keep it. I ask for my spear, the one she said she would have given back to me. So get this, she fucking tells me to ask Boss 3. FUCKING REALLY?! Go fucking figure! She’s way too busy dealing with the bloodhounds and shit to keep her word to me. 

Apparently while we were coming back down, Sincere bugs Hazel again about the tournament. She agrees for half the prize after she finishes her drink. Guess she can only see half the situation. Whatever.

I ask about one eye going with us to take the curse off Percy. She says nah, probably still upset about losing the eye. Boo fucking hoo! No need for her anyway. Then I go up to Boss 3 Rajeetbag. Apparently the stupid fuck sold it. I’m this close to pistol whipping his stupid fucking face but yeah can’t do that! How un grey houndly! He asks Sincere about the spear. Sincere is scared of boss 3 apparently. They agree to go to the marketplace after the tournament. I demand the little wimp Sincere to get it back and he starts fucking crying. As much as I love being feared, this is fucking pathetic. 

We come to an agreement and Rajeet gives me the money to get the spear back. They go to the tournament while we go to the library. We arrive at the library and I stand outside while Percy goes in to deal with this cause me showing up would not make it easy. Plus I don’t give a shit. I’m to listen out and make sure Percy doesn’t get dragged out. The usual. 

Percy goes and talks to Petunia and tries to get the curse off, they try it once and Percy attempts to steal and fails miserable, looking much like the fool he is. He goes back and she wants to try again but apparently he’s sick of it and tries to use blue spirit magic to take it and fails. What a loser. 

By this point I go around the back and climb this chimney closed off for their renovation, though it’s rough to climb I make it to the window cause I’m Nazeem and look in to see this shit going on. 

At this point he has failed the blue spirit thing and she screams while throwing books. The other library bitch comes up and asks what’s going on. Percy notices me and just as a book hits his stupid fucking face, he says I’m the one who stole the money and I jump in to end this stupid bullshit, pulling my trusty gun out. I demand they both get to the back and to take the stupid curse off. If she fails I will kill her. 

Apparently it works, dumbass testing his returning stealing skills on me, taking my compass without me knowing. We demand the money back, threateningly, the only way to handle anything. Percy takes the book. I scare the shit out of them and they give me the key to the money and we get it back. Mission success. I threaten them again along with their families for good measure so they don’t try some shit like this again. 

With that finished, we return to the QBF and give the money back then head to the tournament which is held in some stable. People are fighting in this make shift ring, the usual lumbering, big moron type. There is some fancy person in a purple dress with blonde hair. She looks important. 

But yeah two guys are fighting, one very fat and the other muscular when Percy and I show up right when the fat ass of the two knees the other so hard there is some loud ass crunch. The muscular dude goes down. A little boy takes ten fucking minutes to pull the muscular dude away. 

Hazel is told to take to the ring. Rules are simple enough, don’t step out of the circle. Hazel has to fight fat ass now. Reward is money and some nice gloves. 

I decide to threaten Sincere, saying if Hazel loses imma kill him with my arm around him. I keep it there. He trembles but then stiffens saying he believes in Hazel. Uhuh. We shall see. 

The two in the ring circle one another, not doing a damn fucking thing. I thought this was supposed to be a damn fight! Hazel finally provokes the big fucker and he charges at her but she ducks out of the way with ease and he slides out of the circle and bonks his stupid head in the wall. And it’s over. I want my money back. This wasn’t a fight at all. How anticlimactic. I tell Sincere he gets to live another day as pointless that is for him. 

The little boy lifts her arm and says she wins and calls her fury. Cyclops would have been a better fighter name. Libby, the purple lady not lady brings Hazel the trophy and gloves. 

Sincere holds onto the trophy and money with a stupid smile on his face like he did it himself. This fucking idiot is a greyhound. 

Next up is to get my fucking spear back. Hazel asks Sincere about half her cut when we are leaving. I help her out by making Sincere give her more than half, the more he was trying to keep for himself. Kids these days. Sincere cries per the norm and I tell him to shut the fuck up. Parenting 101. 

We leave and arrive at some outside market. Looks like a run down cheap ass place. My spear better be fucking here. I go ask the weapon tent owner about the spear and once again I’m told it’s not where it should be, that she sold it to Libby, purple person. 

Yunam apparently bought some gloves and sold his stolen tomatoes for money. Percy goes and buys a fucking crab at a fish stand. A fucking crab named Fred apparently! Seriously, this is fucking stupid. Hazel buys greaves too before we all leave. 

We make it back to the stable/fight club. Nobody seems to be there. Percy goes into another area and finds Libby and we ask about the spear. At first we can’t find it in the storage room and then Hazel in her old cop ways even with one eye missing notices footsteps leading from the storage room. I’m soo fucking livid at this point considering we STILL HAVEN’T FOUND THE FUCKING SPEAR! I fucking hate this fucking cat and mouse BULLSHIT! 

Hazel follows the footprints and they find two guys hiding behind one of the horses. They see us and one says he can explain everything. Then he tries to run and Hazel clotheslines him and Percy captures him. Other guy hiding asks if they want the spear. Of fucking course I do! For fuck sakes this is such a pain. Everyone is such a fucking moron!

He asks them to let them go. I scare him into giving the spear over which he does willingly all the while nearly pissing his pants no doubt along with his money. I ask for the other guys money too and get it. They ask if we are going to arrest us cause they know Hazel was a cop or some shit. Then we find out they were the ones in the bank robbing it on the same day as us for the spear. Funny how life works out huh? 

Hazel then lets them go, giving them a lesson not to steal again or they have to deal with her. Before they go however, we ask who they were getting the spear for and why. They proclaim themselves the STICKY PAWS and we let them go…seriously what a stupid fucking name. 

They are about to leave with the spear when Libby asks for her money back cause she bought the spear back fair and square. We come to an agreement that Sincere give her back the trophy and it’s square. He gives a sob story about how his friend Rolan was the fighter and his best friend, beating all the big guys and wants the trophy to remember him by. Must have been his bf or some shit. I wasn’t falling for it, just seemed like utter horse shit to me. Memories are there to remember someone by, no need for a trophy. 

Sincere tries to say he will pay Libby back some other way cause he’s a Greyhound. Libby does not fall for it and asks for the trophy and after standing there crying SOME MORE, he hands it off to her. 

Libby tells Hazel that she is welcome to come back and fight cause she has talent unlike Sincerely gets his ass kicked. Yeah of course. I bet if he was on the other side of her, Hazel wouldn’t have won that fight. 

I tell Sincere not to worry we will get him another trophy then walk away laughing maniacally. I’m quite proud of that one. Sincere then says what happened to Yunam. Of course he’s not here anymore. He hopes the boy doesn’t get attacked by the sweepers again-the mask freaks. He says they attack a certain type of people. But Yunam is a kid and that’s all we know about him so who the fuck knows why they attacked him. 

Hazel finds Yunam’s footprints where he had sneaked away from us probably for some inane reason. We follow Cyclops. Percy uses the line I used on Libby when she found me trying to steal the trophy back  in just a dead pan voice. After getting the spear back I was in a good enough mood to accept his stupid ass compliment. 

We follow Hazel who follows the footprints back to the QBF…SHOCKER! Yunam is apparently napping and only woken by Toshiro who tells him its time for his writing lesson. 

Percy gives his crab friend, Fred to Crazy Cooke and he loses his shit and goes to prepare it. Hazel goes to check on Yunam and I get bothered by my druggie that I got to join about drugs. I ask for money and he just goes on about drugs. Literally….this goes on for too long….

I’m fucking tired of writing this bullshit so imma stop here. I’ll leave whoever’s next to write the rest of this crap. I hope you find this report useful! Hah, just kidding! I don’t give a flying fuck! Have an awful day!

[gingervsblondie]

Blondie Plays Cupid (1940)

1:54 AM, Monday, 25 November 2019

Whoops it’s been more than a month since I did one of these WHOOPS

Been really busy working on my short film for college and I didn’t find time to keep doing this. But now it’s finished so back to the Blondie grind! There was a point a while back where I had the thought “I’d like to be watching a Blondie right now,” so I guess it may have gotten to the point where these are somehow a comfort thing for me. But hey we’ll see how long that lasts when I’m actually watching one again.

This time it’s Blondie Plays Cupid.

1:58

AAAHHH WTF THEY’RE NOT PLAYING THE THEME SONG! I WAS ABOUT TO START TYPING IT OUT AND NOW IT’S DIFFERENT! THIS IS NOT A GOOD TIME TO BE THROWING CHANGE AT ME!

2:00

Dick Flournoy is credited in the intro but not on the Wikipedia page. Wonder what the deal is there.

2:02

There’s a bunch of dogs in the Bumsteads’ house chasing Daisy right now. Shenanigans, not important, but one who’s got its head stuck in the pet door just did two barks that were definitely played backwards. I have no idea why they were played backwards, but I’m sure I can hear the echo before them.

2:07

Hey, movie got a laugh out of me!

Dagwood found one of Daisy’s bones in his bed. Dagwood: What have I got in my hand? Blondie: Why, it’s a bone. Dagwood: Oh, I’m coming apart! Blondie: Nonsense, you don’t come apart til you’re 40.

Just looked it up, Arthur Lake would’ve been about 35 when he was playing Dagwood in this. I look forward to seeing him come apart in a few films time.

2:10

The dog’s such a good actor. The way it emotes just by looking where it’s been directed sells the anthropomorphism so well.

2:12

This movie’s called Blondie Plays Cupid, but it’s set around the 4th of July, not Valentine’s day. Future Euan, write in a joke about that, I can’t think of one.

Future Euan Note: What does Dagwood call the day when he has to travel and take his photo of his loving wife Blondie with him? In-da-pendant’s day!

idfk man

2:13

I know for sure that within this blog I figured out why old movie crossfades have abrupt shifts in brightness, but I absolutely do not remember. Guess I gotta re-read to find out.

Future Euan Note - The Empire Strikes Back: It’s because each of the clips are fading to black and then superimposed over one another, so it starts and ends at a different opacity than it was.

2:15

Did paint have glue in it in the 40s? Dagwood’s getting stuff stuck to him because he’s touching wet paint, but that’s not a thing wet paint does.

Future Euan Note - Return of the Jedi: A cursory Google search doesn’t show me any evidence that paint ever had glue in it. 

2:17

Blondie: Gets Dagwood’s foot unstuck from wet paint using a plate. Dagwood: “Now how’re you gonna get the plate off?” Blondie: removes the plate without hesitation and walks off. Dagwood: Looks confused. Inspects the wet paint where she took the plate off. Touches it with his hand. Gets stuck.

What a fuckin’ dumbass.

2:18

Dagwood and Alexander Hamilton Bumstead are hiding fireworks and firecrackers from Blondie, but I don’t really get why. To surprise her? This seems like a bit of a stretch to get in more hilarious misunderstandings that are easily avoided if anyone even for a moment tells the truth.

2:20

Okay, the reasoning is that Blondie made Dagwood promise he wouldn’t buy firecrackers.

So they were going to light off some incognito firecrackers.

Stealth firecrackers.

Yeah.

2:23

2:30

Okay, so: the Bumsteads lit a firecracker by mistake. Shenanigans ensued, and they threw it out the window, exploding the mailman, who was trying to evade being run into. Then, to get his revenge, the mailman bought a second firecracker off Alvin the neighbour and threw it through the door at the Bumsteads.

I think Dagwood accidentally bullied the mailman so hard he became a terrorist.

2:38

Dagwood runs out the door in his boxers Blondie: Dagwood! Dagwood! You come right back here. Dagwood: What is it? Now I missed my bus! What do you want? Blondie: (Holding a pair of pants) Haven’t you forgotten something? Dagwood: What? Blondie: You forgot to kiss me goodbye. Dagwood: Aww.

I forgot that Blondie and Dagwood are a sweet couple sometimes. It’s kind of hard to remember when they joke about her divorcing him CONSTANTLY.

2:46

They just had a bit where Alexander Hamilton Bumstead told Daisy to jump over a suitcase repeatedly. Over and over and over. And each time the footage is played slightly slower until it’s in full slow motion.

It’s times like these where I’m convinced these movies are deliberately trying to put me to sleep.

2:55

Ooh, scrolling ahead, this one has some time spent on a train. That resulted in my favourite Blondie scenes last time, so that’s a good sign.

2:57

Hey, Alexander Hamilton Bumstead just told the truth, handing over a firecracker he was hiding to Blondie without her finding it. That was A) a really sweet moment, and B) really satisfying for someone like me who’s crossing their fingers that the fireworks shenanigans weren’t going to continue into the rest of the movie.

Alright I’m gonna pause and continue this tomorrow morning.

3:07

Hey have you seen Final Space? It's on Netflix in Canada. I really liked the first season and the second just went up. It's an animated sci fi comedy, and my take from the start has been that it's not a very good comedy, but it's legitimately great sci fi TV. Season 2 episode 4 made me giddy, it was fantastic. It's all about half of the main cast's spaceship getting trapped in a "time shard," where time passes differently. So it jumps ahead 60 years where part of the cast is cut off from the rest. And one character has a hologram of his dead father that says whatever he types into it in his father's voice. Which I friggin adore. It's so cool. The whole episode was just cool writing. I want to try to achieve that with the Blondie script I'm gonna write. There were moments when I was writing my Sonic script that were really satisfying because I'd read it back and be like "hell yeah, that's cool writing." I have no idea how to explain that in sane terms. I don't mean the things that are happening are cool. I don't mean the Terminator, in sunglasses and a leather jacket with a minigun. I mean the imagery and the ideas feel new and striking and interesting and COOL, ya know? I think I feel that way about really solid set-ups and payoffs. It makes movies like the Spider-Man trilogy and The Darjeeling Limited where dialogue is repeated to signal character growth really satisfying. Or The Truman Show. I just rewatched that recently and that has cool writing in the form of a perfect beginning and a perfect ending (the light falling from the sky in front of Truman, sparking his suspicions in one of the clearest inciting incidents I can think of, and Truman finding the door at the edge of the world, the single coolest visual in the movie.)

Some would say I should channel this passion into something other than Blondie fanfiction. And they're probably right. I'm gonna go to bed and rethink my life.

Tomorrow Morning, 12:23 PM

Aight back to it.

12:30

They stepped up their visual gag game a lot in this movie. There was just a scene where the Bumsteads are at a train station, and Dagwood goes off to get the tickets, then comes back and gets on the wrong train, and when it shows us Blondie and Alexander Hamilton Bumstead sat on the train, you can see Dagwood on the opposite train through the window, and vice versa. Really good framing. Then when he realizes what happens and runs after the train as it’s leaving, there’s a shot of various things getting knocked into the air as Dagwood barges through the crowd. First it’s some letters, then a spilling suitcase and some balloons, and then a full set of bagpipes flies through the air, still making the sound as if it’s being played just so you get that it’s bagpipes.

12:35

12:36

No-one will be seated during the Dagwood spends a long time trying to find something in Blondie’s purse because it’s so full of junk scene.

12:39

No chill train storytime scenes in this one, unfortunately.

1:15

The shenanigans as they’re unfolding right now are that the Bumsteads hitchhiked with what turned out to be a couple in the midst of eloping, and now the bride’s father has arrived with a shotgun in the middle of the ceremony to try and prevent it.

I like these shenanigans.

1:20

Snort watch 2019:

Blondie and the groom couldn’t get a car started, so the owners’ advice was to turn the switch off and “make like you’re going to get out,” and then right as they’re getting out, the car starts.

1:30

There’s a scene where, while pretending to drive the car, Alexander Hamilton Bumstead inadvertently starts it (by making like he’s going to get out) and starts driving it around as Dagwood chases after him. But every shot they show of the car moving, it’s quite clear that there’s a dummy of Alexander Hamilton Bumstead sat in the front seat.

1:32

He’s still driving the car. This scene feels soooooo looooooong.

1:38

I’ve liked a lot of this one but I’m 10 minutes from the end right now and I want more than anything for it to be over.

1:43

Dagwood punched out shotgun dad. Hurray for punching?

1:47

This movie ends with Alexander Hamilton Bumstead accidentally striking oil with a firecracker.

If this were a video and not a blog, I’d find a way to work in my Daniel Plainview impression. But it’s not. So I won’t.

Milkshake.

1:50

And that’s the end of Blondie Plays Cupid. I rather enjoyed it. I’d have enjoyed it more if the jokes it had weren’t stretched out across an hour and 7 minutes, but what’re you gonna do. I wouldn’t be doing this in the first place if I were watching every episode of a 20 minute Blondie TV series.

My Dagwood Sandwich rating: a sandwich containing ham and cheese. It’s fine. It’s rather nice actually. I’ve had it before many times but hey, it’s been a while.

[volcalder]

[Idea for....................

pokemon au as a vg.....

This all takes place in an old place called Unova. You like, start off as a little town kid, and this part is the whole tutorial and stuff. it teaches you how to fight and lets you customize yourself and you sometimes go out to other towns with a little Pokemon you caught or whatever to do errands-- this part teaches you a bit about the lore of the world. Basically, people are planning a revolt against the king and whatever and everyone keeps saying shit like ‘someday the long traveler from the south will return, and we’ll know it’s time to fight.’

The tutorial part ends, and the story transitions to when you are an adult, and the whole town has been excited for weeks because apparently someone’s been coming to the other little towns and has been getting them and their Pokemon ready to fight.

You go outside one day and everyone’s gathered around an outsider who arrived on his Bouffalant. He tells everyone to get themselves ready for tomorrow and leaves. This gives everyone and yourself one last chance to train yourself in combat or to strengthen your Pokemon. 

Tomorrow comes and everyone in every little village and what-the-fuck-ever makes their way to the ruins of a once-prosperous Castelia Town. Once you’re all there, on the backs of equine or bovid pokemon or avian Pokemon or on foot... the man on his Bouffalant begins the charge forwards into a land controlled completely by the Harmonias.

Many people die just rushing the fields before the castle, and soon, only your player character, the man on the Bouffalant and five other people from various towns remain. Once you get to the castle gates, the man on the Bouffalant states that his grandson will help throughout the rest of the journey, and that he has to fall back to protect what’s left outside of the castle walls.

You and your little group get inside, speak to the man’s grandson, and now your quest is to infiltrate the castle from the bottom-up. You start in the lowest levels, freeing imprisoned freedom fighters and Pokemon to help you as well. 

You have to make your way through the rest of the castle, either killing, sneaking past or convincing guards to fight with you. Halfway through the castle, you meet the prince and he promises to help you destroy his father’s reign.

blah blah blah, go through the rest of the castle, blah blah, when you finally get to the throne room, the King sounds an alarm. At this point, any guards you’ve killed don’t show up, any guards you’ve snuck past will be on the King’s side, and any guards you’ve befriended will be called to your side when the man’s grandson calls for them to assist you, the five survivors and all of the people or pokemon you’ve freed from imprisonment.

There’s this whole battle, in the end it’s the five survivors against the King and his hella-strong Pokemon team.

When you beat him, the prince shows up, commends you five and makes you all the new rulers of Unova, and he goes into hiding for years.

Post-game stuff is just about rebuilding the land outside of the castle. Towns are remade and that stuff.

You keep in contact with the man’s grandson, who lives far to the south. If you see him, he’ll simply tell you that ‘his Grandfather would be proud’ and to ‘go add a flower to the monument in Castelia Town, to respect those we’ve lost’

the end. idfk]

[the-warmest-hands]

Week

Monday: unfortunately woke up too late to do laps; biked to botanical garden and drew stuff. Returned home

Tuesday: laps, botanical garden, returned home, baked snickerdoodles with orange zest. Don’t like them.

Wednesday: despite claiming to not like the orange-zest snickerdoodles, all but two have been consumed. It hasn’t even been 24 hours since they were created. That aside, today was: laps, solidworks, gym, eating dinner at 4pm like an old person, and now I’m chillaxing with this Great British Baking Show and more solidworks.

(ikea rissna table)

Also, my trackball mouse arrived yesterday and it has been amazing so far. FANTASTIC. I can never go back.

Update:

This took forever to make because I was watching Great British Baking

Also just noticed that I fucked up with that center rectangle. bah.

Thursday: Turdsday. Skipped laps because my body is brutalized from gym yesterday; also, I’m out of bike clothing. Thus, did laundry, and ate nothing (grocery store did not have oatmeal in stock, and I’m also out of oatmeal), dicked around on solidworks for a bit, then biked out to sfbg to draw rhododendrons. Stupidly checked my phone because my mother texted me, which killed the mood. Was grumpy for the whole session as a result. Everything I did looks terrible. Gave up after three sketches and picked up some carrots, cilantro, and junk food at New May Wah, then biked back home.

Friday: wait whoa is thursday over already. also my body still feels like hell so i’m being a baby about it and skipping laps

saw this bowl while perusing design blogs so i made it in solidworks

baked up some hamantaschen as well. filled them with just raspberry jam so that was good, but too thin. it boiled over and leaked hahahaha

Saturday: polo field is closed on weekends? or it was closed when i got there

so i just biked up and down the slight incline from the fakelake to crossover drive thrice. now i’m off to sfbg

Edit: back from volunteering at the nursery. Mostly dealt with repotting/potting succulents propagated from cuttings. IT WAS SUPER FUN and I got plants from the free pile.

yay. but also all of these plants require *full sun* and i have none of that. perhaps I will put them on the roof.

made more hamantaschen, filled with raspberry jam and orange zest. orange zest was a little bitter, but made the filling a bit thicker, so less leakage.

Edit: dinner with t and x, then them suffering/watching me play factorio for like 2 hours and accomplishing 0 things A+

Also I tried to put rice flour in the hamantaschen filling but it was poorly received. Raspberry jam + orange zest was the winner.

Sunday: don’t remember what I did but I’m sure it was sad. oh i played guitar for many hours and did not improve

Monday: sad. dicked around on Unity

Tuesday: sad. baked bread. got stuck on something with my unity project so i mocked up an alternative solution in 2d with dat p5js. good old p5js yo. ate half the loaf of bread. also made pasta sauce using some celery i have in the fridge + a can of corn (because why not man. why not. i’m out of mushrooms)

Bread was a tad gummy? Does this mean underbaked? The crust was browned nicely, though. I’m not sure.

Wednesday: dragged my ass out of bed at the not-ungodly hour of 7:45, did laps, then returned to change out of bike clothing and scarf down some leftovers, then biked out to volunteer at nursery, where I had a dope time repotting succulents and cacti, and then squashing snails. Fellow volunteers took me in under their wing (because ??why??) and reawakened my fear of becoming friends with old people (old people have a higher probability of untimely(timely?) death. Also everyone volunteering at 10am on a weekday is old, which forces me to reveal to everyone that I have no job. Kool. I’ll be back for more of this on Friday.

After volunteering, I biked to the gym, and did gym, so *boom* I can check that off. Then returned home to eat food. Started biga for italian bread, and made some cookies with mint extract. I’ve added mint extract to stuff before but it’s never very fragrant. It was also not fragrant this time. It just makes me feel like I’m slightly high or I’ve put on mint lip balm or I’m making out with someone who just brushed their teeth/who has put on mint lip balm. Ugh. I need to nail down that mint flavor.

Anyway I still ate most of the cookies. Will store the rest for tomorrow.

Thursday: finished the cookies. Also had dinner with Greg and Xo which was nice. Then Greg pestered me while I was trying to go to sleep.

Friday: Greg pestered me while I was trying to not wake up. Ushered Greg out of my house to the google bus. Then skipped laps (yeah whatevz) and went to volunteering where I repotted some non-succulents and also learned to do cuttings. Then drew horribly for a few hours and finally conceded and went home.

Saturday/Sunday: depression. baked almond butter cookies (because i was never gonna eat the rest of this almond butter)

Monday: laps

Tuesday: laps, baked pepparkakor (forgot to halve my baking soda sooooo there is bitterness. gotta mix it in with a batch of sodaless dough............ugh.)

Wednesday: volunteering (replanted seedlings), gym, walked home because I was lazy, while on phone with Emily (highlight of day)

Thursday: dreamed that i was fixing my pepparkakor dough, got up, browsed grocery store for spices (dreaming of some kachori), returned, fixed pepparkakor dough (we’ll see in a minute how it goes), now i’m gonna bike out and search for more spices: - garam masala - carom seed - fennel seed - amchur powder

might have to go out to fillmore to get some of these, maybe. why isn’t there a jackson heights equivalent in sf

god. sometimes i miss ny because i lived so close to everything. i guess i live equally close to everything in sf because sf is so tiny

fine

i’m listening to sky ferreira on repeat

Edit: so actually I biked to Schubert’s because I wanted to try their prinsesstårta but then realized I left my wallet at home. So I just headed to sfbg to watercolor rhododendrons. Yo I suck at watercolor again. argh. lack of practice will do that.

returned home after sitting still for a few hours (very uncomfortable), then baked buttermilk biscuits and scones.

Friday: it’s raining. baaaaaah. skipped laps and volunteering because i melt in the rain idfk. watching a very very detailed but boring youtube series on C programming because for literally five years now i’ve been “meaning to learn C” ok. yeah. i literally don’t care about anything this man is saying. i was watching dan shiffman on coding train while eating my scone, which was cool and fun. because high level programming idk i have no appreciation for *real stuff* like fkin memory which is what is happening right now in this video. i would never concern myself with memory because SON someone else wrote something to deal w it for me ugahgghasdlasdjfadg

this is why i am not a programmer

this was so boring that i paused and am not sure i can ever return to this