Apparently I'm a monster because I closed the bedroom door while I re-strung my guitar. Strings are very pointy at the ends, and would easily hurt a cats body or in particular, their eyes.
You would think I was actively torturing a rather small cat if you heard the wails. So dramatic.
Family visiting this weekend and I whipped up a proper lunch for everyone around my table. Realised it's the first time I have cooked for a group in this new place. And it worked well. It's a small apartment but everyone fit and chilled and it was really nice. I needed that. ๐
I've tried to play that game so many times, but the deep sea scares me in ways I find difficult to verbalise.
Sometimes, I just skate across the top to the islands and scream because I don't know what's below me, and what if they're all chasing me just under the surface.
Have you gotten as far as getting a PRAWN suit? They aren't quite invincible, but they can take a hit from anything in the game. One PRAWN suit and a repair tool, and you can face anything in the ocean. You can kill just about anything in the ocean, for that matter. Though the game does nothing to encourage or reward that.
Ha yes! Itโs wild because I am an experienced diver IRL professional and recreational.
Thalassophobia has only stricken me on those rare occasions where you have really good visibility in daytime and floating over a coral shelf that drops off into the abyss. Into nothingness.
This game does an astonishing job of replicating that feeling. Itโs uncanny. (The large screaming monster noises probably donโt help either lol)
The longer I'm alive the more I see most people in relationships aren't all that happy and quite frequently resent their partners for one thing or another.
I am honestly starting to think that besides the lucky few, relationships for most end up being a disaster. It's all a bit of a scam.
My experiences have been truly terrible. I got together with the wrong sort of person, and have paid the price for that repeatedly.
That said, and regardless of my experience, I do believe there are healthy relationships out there to be had.
I think one must be more selective which is interesting, because I've found that the longer I'm single, the more prone I am to making a catastrophic mistake in who I let into my life.
I've been single a very long time now, probably pushing 8 or 9 years. I'm not even sure what a relationship would look like for me right now, but it's definitely not what I often see around me.
This is a topic I'm very interested in. Investing in a relationship is hard work sometimes. Taking the rough with the smooth, communication about issues, that sort of thing. If you grew up with shit examples of relationships and parenting then it can become a default program for yourself as well, and it sometimes takes hard work and guts to break the mould. People don't know how to do it, therapy can be costly and time consuming, and people tend to believe that if a good relationship doesn't come easily then it's not worth it.
Also it must be said: some relationships do not survive long after the early passionate heat of sexual discovery makes way for the place where companionship grows.
The sun is getting very tardy about rising these days, most disappointing. Mr Woof insisted I get up at 6am this morning and now he's gone back to bed and I'm sitting on the couch looking out at darkness.
And next time refuse it. Don't take gifts from weirdos. It might feel like the more dangerous option to refuse, but assholes may treat is as you owing them some kind of debt.
Have you mentioned the degree to any other neighbours? He might have heard about it that way, and is trying to make conversation, very awkwardly. But still weird to mention it to you. And donโt eat the chocolates.
I am made of regrets,
Of atoms and silhouettes,
A life repaying the debt
Of a misspent youth.
Trashy and uncouth,
Nothing to show for
For the years on show for
A man who didn't know what he had to lose,
While he lost, now I'm a loser too.
Took Minipeelers to an optometry appointment, which I cleverly scheduled when the Brunswick Music Festival started. I love local festivals! I just had the nicest salt and pepper calamari I've had in years, and the fish and chips swoons. It's a great vibe down here and it's only going to get better! I encourage anyone who can to get down here and enjoy the day, there's going to be so much free music and street performers, plus I've already bought something from a couple of street vendors, there's heaps of stalls. Don't mind me I just love this kind of thing!
The days seem to be flying by so fast. Does anyone else remember that old ad of Jimeoin repeatedly sliding past the camera in his jocks yelling "Monday!" "Tuesday!" ...?
I read somewhere that as you age, each day seems shorter because subconsciously you compare it to all the time that's already passed. To a 30 year old, a day probably feels like what 4 hours feels like to a 15 year old.
This box was made for me,
These clothes are my bed, you see?
As the old saying goes,
If I can comfortably fit
Both my nose and my toes,
Then within it I must sit!
Mainly hay, lettuce and cauliflower leaves, but we give them some store bought rabbit food they love once a week and sometimes cucumbers carrots and apples.
Itโs sickening. I just watched a documentary on SBS about US-Israel relations. Itโs horrifying how so very few men have such power over the destiny and suffering of millions, and how utterly little they care about the lives of those millions. They sit in their lovely offices and have coffee and chats and decide to have war or peace, give aid or let people starve, put lines on maps and play handshakes in front of cameras.
I'm currently in preserving mode. Yesterday I bottled some potatoes and put some zucchini in the dehydrator. This morning I ground the dried zucchini to make flour and cut a load of tomatoes to dry. I plan to do some zucchini pickles today (and maybe marinated capsicums) and have plans in the next few days to smoke some chillis and start on jam making.
I've only started using it recently, but it is supposed to be able to be exchanged for normal flour in most recipes. It should be particularly good for adding to baking like scones or cakes where you want more moisture, but you would not want much in bread as it does not have gluten. Also good for things like thickening stews.
Dad turned up with a new kitchen gadget for me. A new, cripple proof kettle that I donโt even have to lift to use.
I donโt need it - I have two perfectly good, fairly new kettles already, the second of which I initially bought specifically because my parents argued my first (basic stovetop) kettle wasnโt safe for someone with my balance to use. I havenโt asked for it. It solves a problem that for me at least fundamentally doesnโt matter/doesnโt exist.
But I have a new kettle nevertheless. And heโs stashed both my old ones on a high shelf I canโt reach, because itโs the only cupboard or shelf space my kitchen has left, so I canโt even change it back.
Itโs a good kettle, donโt get me wrong. I just donโt quite know why he decided to get it for me.
Maybe someone else recommended it, and he acted on that recommendation. Which is fine as far as it goes. I figure it's a bit rude to just show up with it and re-configure your pre-existing quite satisfactory arrangements though.
I've got one of those... it's good for those with different needs/uses but for me it's annoying af
Is it safe for you to use a stepladder? If so perhaps keep it stashed out of sight (so they don't decide you can't use it). Or a friend could pull the kettle you want down and you can keep it hidden on a low shelf.
I made plunger coffee today. Sorry I french pressed the coffee today. I haven't done this since maybe last century and it worked first go. I will be drinking coffee all day and be thinking about a nice coffee cosy to make.
Iโd like to go to bed but my rear neighbours are having a party, the drunk singing / hollering is real loud. What ever happened to telling your neighbours youโre having a party in advance?
Such vivid dreams last night. The most frustrating part was I was trying to teach some troubled youth about Tim Curry but for the life of me I couldn't remember his name. I literally had to google Pennywise actor when I woke up because I'd just somehow lost it. Even Obama couldn't help me, who rocked up to chat while I was trying to remember the name. Thanks, Obama.
Mine was trying to buy new glasses while wearing a tractor tyre as a swim ring. It was making it really difficult to squeeze into the booth to talk to the glasses person. Could also have used Obamaโs help.
A band on Sydney road just played Killing in the Name by Rage Against the Machine and let me tell you, the street was chanting it lol. They should add that to the Mardi Gras playlist lol