I just had a very strange interaction. Walking back to my building (after picking up take-out tacos) some guy driving slowly up my street calls out, "Excuse me do you live on this street?" Wanted to know if I've been here long. "20 years?" Said he used to live on the corner but he got busted by the feds and spent 17 years in prison. "Want to know who let me out? The Supreme Court of the United States. Have a nice day." and off he drove.
I live on the corner and I have been here that long. I didn't recognize him but it seemed like maybe he recognized me.
eta After some more thought... there was a slightly creepy, strung out dude who lived down the hall from me a long time ago. I think maybe I won't take the trash out after dark for a while.
My favorite comment from all the news and speculation about Trump's health issues:
"Clots and prayers!"
Eeep, aurelia! I don't like the sound of that at all.
"Clots and prayers!"
The last year and everything to do with that blight have changed me as a person. This isn't a good thing, but yeah, that quote is where it is at.
Obviously we’ll take it as given that nothing about Tim’s cancer makes me glad he has it, but I was just reading the bio of his radiation oncologist, and before he got his MD, he got a PhD in nanotechnology. Tim and I agree that's pretty fucking awesome. He might be a comic-book character.
Oooh, does he have a band?
Oooh, does he have a band?
You know, his bio didn't say. I hope he does!
Yikes, aurelia. That is really creepy.
I just finished my PT, and now I have ice on my leg and am wondering who delivers morphine popsicles.
I'd say that's firmly in the purview of Delirium.
(Since nobody makes any money off of my low-key hunch that The Endless might actually exist I continue to lightly hold such belief.)
I did not know blue-footed boobies got their blueness from their diet, like flamingos get their pink. National Geographic calendar teaching me stuff.
