Alright, waited to see it wasn’t gonna be too hot, then put out a yard and a half of topsoil, then went to the pool and now pleasantly water-worn. I was happy to move close to this park as an amenity, now that I’m happy being shirtless in crowds of strangers should make a regular thing of it.
Unfortunately, with my back muscles developed and holding things in place so pressure isn’t being borne on the synovial fluid between vertebrae I can’t twist and crack my spine anymore. I was big on that one for a while.
Like all my real weight assessments for months have basically been “weight loss is most tangibly noticeable at the bottom edge of the stomach”, I fear you all must be getting tired of all the “…and now it’s all resolved, except for the next phase where the exact same dynamic happens again”
The fat’s all been encapsulated in the same package since the start of the “Normie Side of Overweight” phase, at first really at the edge of how much could be held like that the lower “lip” of fat pocketed in the same stomach location but not moving as part of the same mass as the main bulk of fat was overstuffed
But that’s thinned out and I think this phase might be that last unconsolidated fat fading so everything left is part of the main mass blistered on
Alright, sorted out my roadmap of tasks, might get the backyard spa as soon as 2025, and now I don’t feel as frantic, as the growing list of things I occasionally remembered a slice of is now collated and divided up by period to be addressed, and seems quite manageable in sum.
i've been thinking some about your meta-contrarian-ness, and the only other public figure I can think of with the same deal is Matt Yglesias. Someone told me I should tell you about this connection I made.
I am interested. Elaborate (I know very little about Matt Yglesias).
he makes a lot of posts like “it is good for police to catch thieves” which are uncontroversial among the general public but make some tweeters very angry and try to denounce him as fascist for it
i’m not sure why he does it so much if not some meta-contrarian urge
The cloud of discoursers that gathers about him has disproportionate shares of both quality and absurd members, doing this periodically prompts the latter to identify themselves as such which is useful for the impact on the former, really.
The 14 bus line I’m along – coming across the water from downtown, down Hawthorne, and then down 50th to Foster out to Lents – has some real potential to be the new hip axis of the city – Belmont/Stark’s tapped out, Lloyd Center’s all new-build at best a Pearl District for younger people, North is in fucking North.
As is it has 15 minute bus service during the day becoming 20 at 7, 30 at 10, and then a final two at 12:30 and 1:30. Saturdays the difference is they go to 20s at 6.
I think if you’re developing a hip part of town around transit you really need better night service – at least 20 minute headways until 12 or 1 and 30 until 3 – to tie it together so any part of it is a functional local nightlife zone for residents of any other part of it
(And then maybe some clubs around the midpoint at the light industrial buildings near me on 50th in the 20 years until they’re ready to be torn down for condos)
Weird thing is the early-2000s renaissance seems to include a renaissance of the VH1-ass, played-it-on-‘90s-alternative-radio '80s stuff we actually grew up with, not just the stuff we were showing off as an influence at the time
I think that’s partly because the most famous grunge stuff started getting played on the Classic Rock stations, which means everybody now thinks of it as Music Dads Listen To.
I’m kinda more talking about the '80s stuff they counted as “alternative” and played on an alternative radio format that was birthed after their release, I hadn’t really been hearing that much since the 90s
To the extent “deaths from Covid” are still a thing it’s largely because it’s taken over the “old man’s friend” role of the sufficiently strong infection that eventually carries off the post-vital but otherwise not actively dying elderly
Writing Prompt: When you were a teenager, a truck nearly ran you over. Your significant other wasn’t so lucky.
Today, you had another close encounter with a truck, and this time it got you. You’ve been Isekai’d. But when you wake up in the other world, you see a familiar face. They’re older and got a few scars, but it’s definitely your old sweetheart.
You have a heartful reunion. You catch up on your lives, you make arrangements for a new life together.
“What luck that we both wound up here.” you say during dinner.
“Luck?” your other half laughs and nearly drops their roast pixie. “Who do you think guided the truck that brought you here?”
This time it’s your turn to nearly drop your food.
Your lover smiles, but there’s something strange in their eyes. “I missed you so much, baby.”
Trapped In Another World With My Yandere Dead Girlfriend (Who’s a Lvl 99 Warlock Now)
between my originally autistic worldview and the current zeroed anxiety cutting off any attachments I would have no basis to object to this
Thanks to Vampire Princess Miyu I still think of twitching my fingers past each other (as if to chime rings on the adjacent fingers) as the basic idiom for gathering power to cast magic
Also I want to direct everyone’s attention to the origin of all this topsoil business: that I realized “hey I could probably permanently resolve this landscape in an off-the-charts positive way if only I could find someone to do exhausting physical labor for a whole summer” and “hey if I can find some way to keep exhausting myself with physical labor this summer it’ll be extremely permanently rewarding” within a span of like two weeks
