I built a spreadsheet for a client that sorts their email into threads and then segments various conversations into a different view based on shipment numbers mentioned in the conversations. But it’s a lot of work to get something like this set up. Am thinking of going into consulting/implementation.

Be careful getting second hand, make sure to do lead tests of anything you buy before you use it for food.

I’m indifferent, especially if I get money to distract me from it.

He’d probably have empathy pains for any future subscribers.

I did a uni paper on it! I don’t like it as much, it’s a little too whimsical in comparison, but Gondry has a style that just settles my bones.

This is absolutely the kind of crime I want to commit when I’m 83.

This movie is the epitome of #mood for me. I love almost every scene as a standalone artwork. Must’ve watched it 20 times.

I’m a girl, in a healthy BMI and with nice hair, pretty and freckled face, but my feet are super crappy. Like, crusty, toes bend at weird angles, hard skin in random places. Even my own husband is like “plz no, stop” if they get too near to him.

I’m now wondering if there’s a market on the other end of the scale…

I absolutely LOVE my ebike. We live on a hill that would be impossible for me to ride up (without breaks), having the pedal assist means I don’t dread it anymore. It’s quite fun! I will often do 20-30 mile rides just because it’s so easy. And it replaced my need to drive my car most places.

Lullaby by Shawn Mullins. Heard it at a special time - I don’t remember the event anymore but I do get intense feelings of comfort and calm whenever I hear it.

Look into regional burns.

Nah

Multitasking really simple tasks. I can do three errands around the house at the same time, and I’m really good at bartending multiple drinks simultaneously. I love cooking because I’m really efficient and time multiple dishes perfectly.

They’re dry and taste like cold ass?

They’re like someone with a salty mouth sucked regular peanuts until they absorbed all the warm saliva and swelled up, and then spat them into a paper bag and left them for a few hours on a warm park bench.

Boiled peanuts. Never afuckingain

Underrated

I thought it was quite good once upon a time.

We were at Bonnaroo in camp, and a guy comes up and sits with us. We don’t know him and he’s a bit odd, but radical inclusion and all that, so we let him stay. We try chatting to him, but he’s real weird. Also, he’s butt ass naked. We are all like “this is odd, right” but we all don’t say it out loud. Then naked guy asks for a knife. We notice he’s pulling at his foreskin and grumbling to himself that he is ‘itchy’. We say we don’t have a knife, and he starts to get mad. He leaves camp, and then we discover he’s stolen one of our phones. He leaves a voicemail saying he’s heading to space. We get the phone back. He pisses in a chair, then we find police on horses and tell them to take him in.

Years later we hear from a friend of his that he was going through a dark time and had taken some drugs that only deepened the psychosis. He wanted to cut his dick off. It wasn’t the drugs though, he was already in that bad place. Mental health facilities are so important, and we should focus on those before blaming the straw that broke the camel’s dick.

Actually I found out yesterday she nurses. She climbed into my arms and started sucking on my shirt.