When I staggered to the window to catch a breath of air

I would have appreciated this evening's lightning snow storm significantly more if I had not had to stand in it for forty minutes after the bus refused to pick me up because I reached its doors just after the light changed; it had just started its engine to pull away from the stop, but the driver honked at me to make sure that I got the point that he was between stops now and I was therefore SOL. I had at that point literally run up a slushy hillside to make the bus, carrying two umbrellas (one for derspatchel, who had not realized when he left for work this morning that the day's overcast was going to turn into freezing rain and then enormous snowflakes that lit up like a disco when the lightning flashed) as well as a computer bag and my hat and gloves and I was not amused. The storm also blew my umbrella inside out, but that was just melodrama.

I hope the death of LJ is not impending, especially since so many people have just started posting long-form again, but I've been backed up to Dreamwidth and crossposting since 2013, so you can find me there if necessary: I use the same name. Was very surprised no one had taken it already, but not complaining. By now I would answer to it if someone yelled it across a room, though it is not mine in the same way as the others.

Links that have taken my interest of late: a critical obituary for Leia Organa, analog hauntology, and a genderqueer sky pirate from 1915. I would love to see this last on something that is not YouTube. Arthouses of Boston, are you listening?