You're the seashell in my sandal that's slicing up my heel
I spent most of the day away from the news and therefore did not see until an e-mail from ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
selkie arrived just as spatch got home that Alabama is doing its unforgivable best to bring on Gilead. And then in the sidebar was Mel Gibson, the chaser nobody ordered. So I am in a somewhat scratchier mood at the moment than I was for the aforementioned most of the day, which I spent primarily with phi and presently with their husband, child, and child's godparents, all of whom are excellent people to have unplanned dinner with. Said child is seventeen months old and adorable, whether finger-painting with yogurt or trying to Tinkertoy four different colors of tea strainer together. I had previously never given much consideration to the sea buckthorn, but it turns out that when it's made into Sanddornlikör I have opinions and they are favorable. I have been pointed in the direction of Princess Awesome for my niece who loves glitter and building things. I walked all the way home from North Cambridge both because the buses suck and because my normal stamina is finally starting to come back online. I was on Highland when I saw a man taking a Great Pyrenees for a walk, by which I mean that the enormous white dog was happily trotting and he was pedaling his bicycle to keep up with it. Here are a couple of links that are not terrible.
1. Bogi Takács' Algorithmic Shapeshifting has launched! I blurbed the book and generally recommend you check it out.
2. Courtesy ofmoon_custafer: Charles McGraw changes the channel. (I am the source of the description in the tags. I'm still proud of it.)
3. I showed this strip to Rob and he exclaimed, "Fumetti!" I hadn't realized that style of hand-annotated photocollage was being used for comics as far back as 1930, but everything is older than I think and I'm glad of it.
Being in the world is exhausting right now; I am glad I know people who are good to be in it with.
selkie arrived just as spatch got home that Alabama is doing its unforgivable best to bring on Gilead. And then in the sidebar was Mel Gibson, the chaser nobody ordered. So I am in a somewhat scratchier mood at the moment than I was for the aforementioned most of the day, which I spent primarily with phi and presently with their husband, child, and child's godparents, all of whom are excellent people to have unplanned dinner with. Said child is seventeen months old and adorable, whether finger-painting with yogurt or trying to Tinkertoy four different colors of tea strainer together. I had previously never given much consideration to the sea buckthorn, but it turns out that when it's made into Sanddornlikör I have opinions and they are favorable. I have been pointed in the direction of Princess Awesome for my niece who loves glitter and building things. I walked all the way home from North Cambridge both because the buses suck and because my normal stamina is finally starting to come back online. I was on Highland when I saw a man taking a Great Pyrenees for a walk, by which I mean that the enormous white dog was happily trotting and he was pedaling his bicycle to keep up with it. Here are a couple of links that are not terrible.1. Bogi Takács' Algorithmic Shapeshifting has launched! I blurbed the book and generally recommend you check it out.
2. Courtesy of
moon_custafer: Charles McGraw changes the channel. (I am the source of the description in the tags. I'm still proud of it.)3. I showed this strip to Rob and he exclaimed, "Fumetti!" I hadn't realized that style of hand-annotated photocollage was being used for comics as far back as 1930, but everything is older than I think and I'm glad of it.
Being in the world is exhausting right now; I am glad I know people who are good to be in it with.
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It feels like a better illustration of McGraw's attitude in that scene, but it's also much less thematically connected to the setting, which makes it way funnier to me. The gummy army sort of goes with the military milieu. The javelin in the TV does not and it is beautiful.