hole in the ground

Dogs are the best.

To most people that would be a ridiculous statement. I stumbled across it and sent it to a friend who happens to need a fine set of furniture with a dong and a cheesegrater.

There is a thing. I hate that thing. Other things remind me of that thing and it makes me nauseated. When food products remind me of that thing I lose my appetite. That thing is gross and I hate the fact that thing exists. I wish that thing was gone. I wish that thing was gone. I wish that thing was gone. I wish I could erase that thing from my mind. I wish I could forget that thing. I wish I can never think about that thing. I hate nausea.

In the same universe where what the government legally calls me did the same thing? Makes sense. A $77 fancy paper and some stickers with the product of a billion dollar century old company did more for me than... my parents!

My life started when Fire Emblem Three Houses came out. After then I actually remember stuff without using video games to describe time periods. Everything before Smash Ultimate is fuzzy, and everything before Mario Kart 8 Deluxe is traumatic and splotchy. I wish I could just erase all memories before Three Houses. I'd be so much better without it. Even better, erase all memories before I bought Animal Crossing New Horizons since 2019 was one of the worst years of my life although I grew exponentially.

I wish the past was gone.

Just absolute stillness before that happened

No children were at work but the other day there was a stray cat who wandered into the parking lot and every day there are at least 20 birds... or the same bird 20 times

After working 60 hours this week, I will definitely devour the free onion rings and potato wedges, and dip them in the extra sauces I did not ask for, and absolutely enjoy the extra chicken wings you definitely accidentally tossed in there.

They've been at it for about a week, this is some serious construction work! They've been carrying twigs and sticks of all shapes and sizes, including some hefty-lookin' branches. By the looks of things, they'll be at it for at least another week, it's already about as big as a salad bowl, but it doesn't "feel" done yet.

But watching them build it has been the real treat. They're unbelievably social and collaborative, always chittering to each other, always reviewing the work, both sharing the load of carrying and assembling, and even goofing around for a break! One of them especially likes playfully pecking the other while they're stacking sticks, and the other gets annoyed and starts crooning after a point. Kinda' hard to not anthropomorphise them when the dynamics feel so damned familiar...

And even beyond that, the careful way in which they select the twigs, the clever techniques for snapping them off nearby branches, the calculated way in which they place then adjust, this is pure engineering work. Watching them feels exactly as it did when renovating an apartment, or building a shed from the ground up. I hope they get at least as much enjoyment out of it as I did.

Can we just be so tired after work, leaning on each other in the middle of the day, drifting off to our breaths and the streamer playing super mario maker 2 in the background

Which is weird and kinda' shit, because it's pretty much emotional landmines everywhere you look after moving around a bit.

I was born in one city, then my folks moved to another town, a couple of years after that I was passed around between mum and her folks, who retired back to the countryside, then I eloped to the other end of the country with Uni, then I moved back closer to my childhood area, yet still a different city, now I've moved back in my Uni city.

And everywhere's full of streets laden with harsh memories, places which have no meaning when alone, old beaten paths, whiffs of better days. But at least I never feel out of place, anywhere, as I never relate my position in the world to the people around me, but to the place itself. People come and go, the streets'll pretty much still be there.

I have two untrodden regions left, my native region (which is boring, tbph), and, supposedly, the most chaotic one. I've been pretty much everywhere in this country at least in passing, but these are the two in which I've never spent any considerable amount of time. And, no, I'm not counting the first three months of my life, spent'em in a hospital with a urinary tract infection, there's nothing to be remembered there. But I can feel my engine's revving down and craving a break.

I have one of those fully analog percolators for two cups of espresso and I always fully packed the coffee... uuh, slot (I have no idea what that mini-funnel's called). My coffee usually tastes like how No Exit feels and I pour the entire percolator into a single mug, so that's two espressos.

Today, I ran out of ground coffee, had about half a load left. Coffee came out looking normal, tastes like slightly bitter water to me. Then it hit me, this is how everyone to whom I've ever offered coffee has always asked me to make it a second time around. Mfw they wanted unleaded all along...