“human” gone awry

There’s entirely too much Lady Elaine Fairchilde hate and fear around here when really she was the rootinest tootinest sass artist of an anarchist, which is exactly what this world desperately needs. So there.

These might have been the only words worth getting through all the Hitchhiker’s Guide books for:

#showmeyourknits hat week…one of my first knits I actually liked. Sock weight yarn. Pattern is Sockhead Slouch Hat by Bohoknits, free on Ravelry, which I altered and knit with the Helix technique so I didn’t have to deal with a million skinny ends to weave in.

If I put on a mood ring right now, it would level the city

not yet, funk soul brother

Crows of a feather…support Two Crow Collective with their mission to hype PBS, hold solidarity for chronic illness, generally do good shit, and get themselves a bitchin warehouse going, in which to do all that and more. Get *official* PBS is Punk gear, or better yet support their cause…

I am planning on standing up soon. Well, soonish.

When I first saw this this morning, I wanted to spend all day watching it. I think from here on out, if I’m outside my house, I want this energy or nothing.

And here’s the trailer for BEING HEUMANN. In cinemas Nov 6, streaming on AppleTV Nov 13. I saw it last night at the London Film Festival & it’s a triumph.

The contrast between how much soothing joy I feel while knitting vs. how much torturous angst I feel while crocheting is vast. Ultimately, I have decided I despise crocheting.

My brain wants to knit, but my fingers and body are massively touched out for the day. These are the rocks and hard places of AuDHD. 🫤

That soul soothing feeling of climbing into your own bed after a week away from home…clean, smelling of just you, the cozy nest you’ve constructed. Nothing like it. Plenty other things are great too, don’t get me wrong. But this…ultimate. 💤

Ok, Moon. I see what you’re putting down.

Oh the mood 🩶

Sure, you’ve lived. But have you showered outdoors in the dark on the edge of a cliff above the wide open raging Atlantic ocean at midnight on the tail end of a New England fall Nor’easter on your 50th birthday? 🙌😌

Book ‘em, Danno. I’m 5-0. 💥 ✋👌 youtu.be/pexTMbwkxM4?...

Buckle up. I think I'm approaching the 'optimistically violent' phase of my character arc.

Too much of the dizzle-hizzle, not enough of the tizzle. It’s always that, or vice versa.

Geez I knew that I’m *a lot* but it’s finding myself in a Zoom room of my peers, after decades of isolation or minimal socialization, that really makes it hit home for me today. And I do not like it. 😞

Ok but wait wtf the 1990s Co-Ed Naked t-shirts???!? Why?? ‘K, g’night.

*is born* Well, this is awkward *dies eventually* That was weird

This should be required viewing for all human beings. Find it. Watch it. Thank you, PBS.

Ah Jeopardy! is back. And just as important, for those of us in my part of Massachusetts , this means the return of (the formerly known as) Baby Richie, who we now will call Little Richie. You love to see it.

trying to make new friends as an adult

I don’t even wanna know the size of the spider capable of making a silk strand thick enough that I can see it up in the tree from 40 feet away. Well, I mean I do, but I don’t.

Every night I go to bed thinking I have seen the dumbest shit I’ll ever see in my life and every morning I am wrong before I’ve even finished my coffee

Oh my goodness Pawtucket may be resuscitable after all! 🥹 I never thought I’d live to see the day that the city where my heart developed would have a fighting chance. Yay for Pawtucket! 💚⚙️

I promised myself no more suffering needlessly to finish reading any leisure books that I’m not enjoying. Here I am though, halfway through the 2nd book of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I’m not particularly enjoying the read, but I’m enjoying the story. Feels like one I need to see through.

“do what the hell I want and have no one to listen to” youtu.be/Yiknp7cGsDw?...

Sometimes I like to use my finger to cover my ear hole with my tragus in an up and down sort of fashion so I can pretend I’m a DJ scratching out sweet beats driving in the car. Ok?

When I was a kid, I thought my mother’s middle name was Joseph, and that she was always in trouble…on account of my frequently exasperated Gram, who was prone to angrily hiss-spitting “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph” and my mother’s first name being Marion.

sorry if I seem weird and intense now, it’s because I’m now weird and intense

Between stimulus and response lies a barely perceptible sliver of space. Recognizing it, and choosing well within it, defines your life.

suits the mood

Sorry, I’ve just been in a weird mood since I was seven years old

Watching fresh pasta being cut: #AGoodPlace Source: www.reddit.com/r/oddlysatis...

“Reach in and get it, and set it free” youtu.be/VcmicT3A42I?...

A week for tying up loose ends, quite literally. Finished seaming the wretchedly tortuous granny square sweater I tried my hand at, despite not loving to crochet garments (request of my Auntie). Started mending a sleep eye mask. And blocked my Aran sweater and will start seaming that once dry. 🫥