deck's stacked like the best of them
Jan. 26th, 2025 08:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tiny_voicesprobably not going to do a Sound System review this week. just 'cause. i will still try to fit in a listen-through some album off my list here in the coming hours though. possibly this stoner metal band Witch that my roommate discovered by sifting through many, many records in a flea market last weekend.
it was a cool little shop-- somehow i hadn't realized a flea market was basically an antique shop? sorta? either that or i've been using the term "antique shop" incorrectly, but words are made up, so whatever. (i also kinda figured flea markets were like, open air, but we definitely wouldn't have been perusing one of those in this weather.) i walked out of there with a dark red Avon Cape Cod glass, labelled as a "ruby gothic mug," and it makes me feel a little like a vampire when i drink out of it. also had a very nice visit with the local witch store cats. one in particular was a perfect baby, very social, very friendly, greeting all who came in. i don't participate in any witchy things-- nothing wrong with them, but i'm afraid the ritual-ness of them would hit me in a bad spot mental illness-wise-- but it's kinda neat to sit back and observe my roommate's developing interest in them from a safe distance. and hey, i did get a surprise check from my insurance company during the month she did a cinnamon ritual, so maybe that stuff works sometimes. nothing wrong with a little whimsy.
i got to enjoy some shortened work days tuesday and wednesday, thanks to it being Really Fucking Cold. hurts to breathe levels of cold. i heard from a student that the teacher i subbed for apparently speaks fondly of me to her students, which is nice. i am not sure what she has to brag or otherwise muse about; i'm pretty sure i was only in her class for one semester, and more than 10 years ago to boot. sure, it was a creative writing class and i am a creative writer, and i majored in that same subject in college, but i wasn't like, a teacher's pet or anything. i think most of this teacher's experiences with me consist of me quietly doing my work in her class. maybe my writing assignments just left an impression on her? maybe she appreciated that i submitted a poem to the school's writing/art magazine? i don't know. sometimes it's hard to understand what other people see in us and like so much, but i'm grateful for it anyway. and she's a good teacher, a good person.
(my poem for that magazine was very inspired by twenty one pilots, by the way. it was opposite to a piece of homestuck fanart. ah, 2013.)
these past few days i've played through Hypnospace Outlaw, just finished it last night. very good game! i had actually started it twice previously but got stuck and dropped it, unfortunately. it's a game you can really deep dive into, just looking around at things and getting an idea of the world the game exists in. or more accurately, discovering how every username and interaction online connects back to actual people with rich inner lives and complexities. plus it's set in the late 90s so that's up my alley from the jump. earlier today i also got Slayers X, which is a rather different beast in terms of gameplay (it's a DOOM shooter) but in-universe it's made by one of the users you encounter in Hypnospace Outlaw. i loved his edgy-ass page that autoplayed Linkin Park-esque jams. Seepage does in fact rock. anyway if you like old internet shit and puzzles, please play Hypnospace Outlaw it's really good
a while ago i took a shot at cooking a simple recipe i found online, to make dinner for myself and my roommates. it was a one skillet stuffed pepper kinda thing, and... it came out pretty good! could maybe use a little more flavor, and my roommates suggested adding some pasta and maybe some onions to it, but it was very edible. i made a food and it was good. go me! i should/will do that again sometime
this week i will be trying to get my shit together for another eXtraOrdinary session, which has been slow work so far, and just generally trying to take it easy beyond that. and then, finally, january will be the fuck over. hallelujah peanut butter.
it was a cool little shop-- somehow i hadn't realized a flea market was basically an antique shop? sorta? either that or i've been using the term "antique shop" incorrectly, but words are made up, so whatever. (i also kinda figured flea markets were like, open air, but we definitely wouldn't have been perusing one of those in this weather.) i walked out of there with a dark red Avon Cape Cod glass, labelled as a "ruby gothic mug," and it makes me feel a little like a vampire when i drink out of it. also had a very nice visit with the local witch store cats. one in particular was a perfect baby, very social, very friendly, greeting all who came in. i don't participate in any witchy things-- nothing wrong with them, but i'm afraid the ritual-ness of them would hit me in a bad spot mental illness-wise-- but it's kinda neat to sit back and observe my roommate's developing interest in them from a safe distance. and hey, i did get a surprise check from my insurance company during the month she did a cinnamon ritual, so maybe that stuff works sometimes. nothing wrong with a little whimsy.
i got to enjoy some shortened work days tuesday and wednesday, thanks to it being Really Fucking Cold. hurts to breathe levels of cold. i heard from a student that the teacher i subbed for apparently speaks fondly of me to her students, which is nice. i am not sure what she has to brag or otherwise muse about; i'm pretty sure i was only in her class for one semester, and more than 10 years ago to boot. sure, it was a creative writing class and i am a creative writer, and i majored in that same subject in college, but i wasn't like, a teacher's pet or anything. i think most of this teacher's experiences with me consist of me quietly doing my work in her class. maybe my writing assignments just left an impression on her? maybe she appreciated that i submitted a poem to the school's writing/art magazine? i don't know. sometimes it's hard to understand what other people see in us and like so much, but i'm grateful for it anyway. and she's a good teacher, a good person.
(my poem for that magazine was very inspired by twenty one pilots, by the way. it was opposite to a piece of homestuck fanart. ah, 2013.)
these past few days i've played through Hypnospace Outlaw, just finished it last night. very good game! i had actually started it twice previously but got stuck and dropped it, unfortunately. it's a game you can really deep dive into, just looking around at things and getting an idea of the world the game exists in. or more accurately, discovering how every username and interaction online connects back to actual people with rich inner lives and complexities. plus it's set in the late 90s so that's up my alley from the jump. earlier today i also got Slayers X, which is a rather different beast in terms of gameplay (it's a DOOM shooter) but in-universe it's made by one of the users you encounter in Hypnospace Outlaw. i loved his edgy-ass page that autoplayed Linkin Park-esque jams. Seepage does in fact rock. anyway if you like old internet shit and puzzles, please play Hypnospace Outlaw it's really good
a while ago i took a shot at cooking a simple recipe i found online, to make dinner for myself and my roommates. it was a one skillet stuffed pepper kinda thing, and... it came out pretty good! could maybe use a little more flavor, and my roommates suggested adding some pasta and maybe some onions to it, but it was very edible. i made a food and it was good. go me! i should/will do that again sometime
this week i will be trying to get my shit together for another eXtraOrdinary session, which has been slow work so far, and just generally trying to take it easy beyond that. and then, finally, january will be the fuck over. hallelujah peanut butter.
