Felt very 90s at points. Whaling Bad. Waterworld 9000. Can't think of a particular, contemporary oceanic documentary that was significant on the scale of Blue Planet, but the movie felt very indulgent on that past the first act.
Waterworld’s the only movie I’ve seen in theaters twice. Once on debut night, once at a drive-in on a double bill with The Phantom (1996)
God, a “high-powered women are stepping back from the rat race” article, you used to see these all the time but I can’t recall one in ages! These were like 30% of Faludi’s Backlash in their own right.
the great british bake-off is a terrible tv show but we all have to admit it was an insane idea for a competition and nobody should have been allowed to make it
guy next to him wearing wraparound shades talking into his Bluetooth: Yeah i’m peeing at a urinal right now. Yeah. The noise is the guy next to me. Yeah, he’s peeing too. Yeah. Peeing so hard he’s screaming
genuinely shaken to my core because this is one of the bathrooms i was actually imagining this possibly taking place in
“Going to eat some canola? You may as well be eating granola” (this is 5 years after granola is also found to have been poisonous)
If we wanted to sour its reputation we could just start calling it “rapeseed oil” like everyone else (“Canola” originally meant “Canadian oil, low acid”)
Really productive day smashing Blueberry Hill; previous smashing rendered the rubble so fine as to form stable ground to smash the rest without exhausting my balance. I’d say only 2 full sessions remain inclusive of gathering and spreading leaves and loose wood atop the smashed-up mass.
we interviewed 1000 people from the diverse sources of the model train, conlanging, and worldbuilding communities and can conclude 90% of the population are autistic
Awright, fresh silk sheets felt better than I remembered.
Like, seriously I want to speak up in favor of these sheets.
They cost like $500 and need to be washed in special bags with special detergent and air-dried and I recommend them anyway. For about a third of each day, the tactile experience and temperature of your bedding is the only sensory input you have and these make it at least two notches better than it would otherwise be. Two months in I’m always noticing how good they feel in the background and when I pay direct attention I’m blown away again. It literally helps me stop staying up procrastinating because I’m like “…or I could curl up in the most comfortable environment ever” and I’d rather do that.
