An important fact about me is that I picked up the Banner of the Stars manga randomly at a Borders in middle school and have been ever since then seeking a space elf princess to be a devoted companion to.
"I'm not owned! I'm not owned!" I say, as I shrink and slowly transform into an object with no needs other than Service.
Minor life improvement: smart speakers that you can group up and sync audio between. As a kid this luxury was provided automatically by the radio waves being everywhere at the speed of light so it's nicely nostalgic to be able to wander into the kitchen and hear the same thing.
There's a lot of scholarship about how the introduction from the New World of sugar and cocoa, and the spread of coffee and tea sparked a new era of intellectual ferment in the west. Is there any equivalent with things like peppers which became important in eastern cultures?
From the darkened kitchen, an aproned figure peers hopefully out at them. Everything was just right: the dinner, the vintage, the ambiance were exactly as directed. Does that mean she's going to do it? Is tonight going to be the night I get a sister?
#EmptyOctober 7.
The fire is banked and crackling. Its light outlines two figures, glasses in hand, in the final throes of
companionable conversation, when both parties drift into longer and longer silences.
The semantics of Twitter circles are fun. Posted publicly, this is just a funny joke; posted to a circle it has a confessional feel.
You either die traumatized or live to see yourself become trauma aware.
Promoted tweets that look like shitposts, entry 1:
