And you'd show me off to your friends at the pier

Tonight spatch and I performed our civic duties by voting for the second time in this ward and precinct without having to provide Kafkaesque corroboration of identity. We had still brought a utilities bill out of gun-shyness.

My new measure of the lousiness of last summer is the fact that I just tonight discovered the music video for Chappell Roan's "Casual" (2023). I had heard the song and its incredible hook. No one had communicated to me that the video involves the singer's romance with a man-eating siren. I have strong folkloric feelings about the ending.

I heard the first season of Vigil (2021–) had lesbians and submarines and have thus just finished watching the first episode. So far the ratio is in favor of submarines, but the f/f is not nil. Still haven't watched Gentleman Jack (2019–22) despite envying Suranne Jones her waistcoats since before the last glaciation.

Elsenet, context self-supplied: "I will die on the hill of Vengeance on Varos. I will just not actually die on Varos. That would be awful."