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[bibleofficial]

swag … after today i only need to do 3mi more & i’ll have done 1k bike miles in 365 workouts

[389]

Spiral Calendar [full size]

[baltharino]

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993) ↳ Dir. Henry Selick

[prosy-days]

January 12, 2025 - Day 207

My home calendar has arrived!

[dreamings-free]

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[adamsvanrhijn]

based on my in progress first time read i'd highly recommend the donougher translation which is among the newest and has been very critically lauded since its release. but the translation freely available online is the 1880s hapgood translation which i would also recommend (somewhat of a hot take due to the fact that hapgood uses very contemporary literal language, so it might not be as friendly to people who aren't used to 19th century literature)

[templeofvengeance]

"Did someone say Senet?" The External's voice rings gaily through the temple. Dust stirs. (She arrives wearing bright sky blue this time, to avoid the faux pas of white.) Shar's face is hidden behind a veritable tower of board games, some mass produced cardboard, and others--old. Old to the point their polished wooden edges ought to be rotting.

The tower of board games in Shar's arms teeters dangerously as the jagged tear in reality oozes shut behind her, all those colors beyond mortal comprehension fading away.

"I have senet! And Monopoly!" Delighted. That's how she sounds. How did she know? How did she overhear? Does a god have no privacy anymore? She navigates her way 'blindly' across the temple, the sand rolling away from her feet with a little woosh. "And Fox and Geese! Do you play Dama? Dou Dizhu? Oh, and I've brought Surakarta, but I haven't played since at least the 1700s. How I learned to play was an interesting story, let me tell you--"

Whoosh! A worn table of stone is now dirt-free and ready for gaming!

She places the stack of games atop it with a clatter, 'dusting' off her hands. Then, she picks up the top box and spins a perfect--perfect!--about face, beaming over at him as she holds up a game board so that he can see the cover.

It's Twister.

[from externalconceit. This was supposed to be one paragraph. Stab me.]

Someone did say Senet / @externalconceit

Oh gods.

Already he was missing life before he'd drawn the eye of an overly-excitable External. Perhaps if he just acted boring enough, she'd leave for a more interesting target? That was a better idea than imagining he could (or would want to) appeal to her as an ally. Uneasy truce, maybe. Even that seemed like pushing it.

One thing was certain, she sure as hell wasn't getting him to play Twister.

"Absolutely not," he said firmly. "Not Monopoly either. I'm not made of time." Well-- no, it doesn't work like that. "The others, I will consider. It has been some time since I played Senet." And he's not betting anything on the outcome either, dammit.

[augustheart]

this AI-generated bird calendar was designed in a lab to torment me

[a9saga]

i mentioned this but my grandfather passed away last week. he was 95. my grandmother died in february of 2021 and it's really something that he made it that long without her at his age. they were married 69 years and had 7 children and 21 grandchildren, as well as 11 great grandchildren now with two more on the way. his wake was wednesday night and the memorial mass and burial were yesterday.

my auntie cindy married my dad's oldest brother i believe 50 years ago now. they were high school sweethearts. she knew my grandparents since she was a child, so did the rest of her family for that matter. my grandmother or sometimes my father used to mention a boy in the neighborhood who had unfortunately died very young of a drug overdose. no one outright told me this but i put together when i got older that that was cindy's brother. this is to say of all the in laws that cindy was well acquainted with my family for the longest time, and my family with hers as well.

some months after my grandmother's death, that spring or early summer, cindy had sent out a letter to everyone recalling growing up around my grandmother and marrying into the family, maintaining that relationship for decades. she mentioned something her brother used to say that my grandmother would often quote when cindy wasn't around. she closed the letter with, "i just wanted you to know that i loved your mother like she was my own," which i think was always very evident. cindy's own mother had passed away somewhere over a decade earlier. 4 or 5 years ago diana and i were over her house with our mother, cindy referred to a picture of her mother in the kitchen and said "i talk to her all the time." she's not religious, if that makes it any different. she and everyone else in my family were raised catholic but if you ever get on the topic with her, she thinks the bible and christianity and everything are a load of bullshit. but regardless she does speak to a picture of her mother, which i think is pretty interesting. but i digress.

at the wake, there was a line to the coffin with my grandfather in it. cindy's a sociable person. i got in line behind someone i didn't know. a lot of family friends showed up. cindy came and started chatting her up and she introduced me, and then she told me she'd gotten in line about 6 times but shied away from actually paying her final respects. i was like, wanna do it with me? and she did. so we kneeled before the coffin and she caressed the rosary in his hands, and when we got up i mentioned how much i appreciated her letter in 2021, and it took her by surprise. she said she had wanted to read it as a eulogy at her mother-in-law's funeral but she and my other aunt ended up in a bad argument around it. neither of them are perfect, to be clear. that's not why i'm making this post and i don't plan to elaborate on that.

but anyway, after the burial yesterday everyone went to lunch. i could tell all of my dad's siblings appreciated having each other after both of their parents have died. last weekend my dad and his brother that he's closest to went out to lunch because both my mom and aunt thought they needed it, i know first hand my dad has been very down in the dumps about everything. but anyway, after lunch yesterday when cindy was saying goodbye to me, she rubbed my chin and said "thank you, that was so sweet of you to bring up the letter about connie last night. do you know you had me crying on the way home?"--i don't think i have ever seen cindy cry.

[kpopmartcom]

BTS - 365 BTS DAYS  💜

https://kpopmart.com/1587-2023-calendar

[rhys-ravenfeather]

You, a fool: It's DECEMBER! Halloween has been over for over a month now, it's time for Christmas! 😭

Me, an intellectual: One of the most famous Christmas stories ever has not one, not two, but technically four ghosts in it. IT IS NEVER TOO LATE IN THE YEAR TO BE SPOOKY.

[tribalephemeral]

Smallness - #311 from 365 Tao by Deng Ming Dao

[quadrantbreaker]

its a good day when youre vacillating btween feeling like a corpse and feeling like a rabid dog

[prokopetz]

Fantasy setting where the calendar has exactly twelve months of thirty days, but the year is still 365 days long; the remaining five days are nameless, numberless, considered to be part of no month or year, and may strike at any time, being impossible for mortals to predict in advance – you just wake up in the morning and see the Signs. Sometimes they're widely scattered throughout the year, sometimes you get two or three in a row; all five in one go is either a very good omen, or a very bad one. Some years have six nameless days rather than five and nobody knows why.

[prosy-days]

December 1, 2024 - Day 165

My 2 different tea calendars have begun.

[dreadwedge]

the truth is, a year actually has 730 days, not just the 365 they tell you about. for each and every day in each and every year, there actually exists a secret anti-day, a perverse reflection of the original. they sneak it into the calendar when you aren't looking. it passes in what feels like an instant, and slips out the door before you realize any time has passed at all. but if you keep your eyes open long enough you start to see the light change. you start feel the weight of the hours passing. the chill that travels up your spine as you walk in the aberrant light cast by the pallid shadow-sun. strange, unfamiliar creatures prowl the streets during the anti-year, hiding between our days like ghosts between hazy memories. this is called "night"