mmh this is actully a god intro to motogp:)

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huh.

I think it's really funny that out of 3zun the one that probably likes drinking alcohol the most is in fact Lan Xichen.

Nie Mingjue canonically doesn't like drinking very much. Qinghe alcohol is probably effective for use as paint stripper so he might have a decent tolerance, he just doesn't enjoy it.

Jin Guangyao has likely deliberately worked up the exact tolerance he needs to drink a socially appropiate amount of alcohol at events without actully getting drunk, because I think the act of not being of sound mind in public is like a horror movie to him.

But Lan Xichen. Lan Xichen invented a whole new cultivation trick just to bypass his family's "one sip and we pass the fuck out" piss poor tolerance gene so he can drink as much alcohol as he wants. This man wants to go get white girl drunk with his sworn brothers so bad and neither of them are into it please pray for him.

I had a dream a while ago that 'balls cam' was a stream where Wayne was pretending to be nude by wearing a conspicuous flesh-tone morph suit w the hood pulled down so his hair was out. he started the stream standing up and the production team had to keep moving jpegs around to 'keep him decent' and then he sat down and had a face facecam and a 'balls cam' which was secondary box that his friends controlled the image cover up for (there was no actual camera set up, just shifting pngs but that was the bit)

This sounds so real. like something they would actully do. i would love to watch it this sounds amazing, i think you got beamed to another reallity in your sleep

Here’s a random newsies ask for you: What would the newsies do if they got a bicycle?

(Can be a normal one but imagine it’s one of these ancient bikes with one tiny and one GAINT wheel, that’s propably historically accurate even)

well historically speaking it likely would be a pretty regular bike. Bikes from 1899 are pretty similar to the ones used today with some models still being used (eg the 1899 folding bike)

Bike security wasn't as widely used though so I could totally see Race stealing a bike after a gambling night in queens (just so there's not much chance of it being recognised as stolen) and bringing it back.

I feel like it would probably be more of a 'day off' item. Newspapers could be sold anywhere on the streets so newsies would sell when walking to their actual selling spots, they didn't really have much or a reason to rush. So it would possibly become something they use when carrying messages to other parts of the city or on a rare day off.

However if we assume that after the theft it was primarily Race using it then it would likely be used to get to the sheepshead early enough that he catches the first rush of people earlier. And allowing him to stay in brooklyn later because he has a faster and safer way back than walking that won't cost

When it comes to learning how to ride I think Race would pick it up pretty quickly, Jack would opt to walk unless its absolutely necessary because he doesn't trust that its stable, Les would insist on learning despite the fact his legs can't touch the ground (he falls and eats shit) Spot would say he doesn't need to learn (his feet also cant touch the ground without him falling off) but he will happily ride on the back if Race is ridding. Davey took a while to learn but is actully decent at it and follows the road rules (which nobody else does) Crutchie keeps trying but can't do it, if someone brings it up then they are on the receiving end of a whack from the crutch.

Conductor and Grooves time

Both birds

Both birds are immortal. Conductor is like a phenoix, grooves is forever young due to an incident

Theyve had an on again off again relationship as rivals, sometimes leading people to belive the two are lovers. They have no comment. (Conductor has many comments, none of them good)

They both have a love for the movies they make, putting soul into it

Conductor

Big ego

Talanted with musical insturments (Acustic guitar, harmonica, jaw harp, and banjo being his favorites. He can also play ragtime piano)

Pretty depressed. Being immortal doeant feel great.

Anger issues, as well as a few others that he wont get help for.

Struggles with money, spending most of it on his train, his movies, or alcohol

Loving grandfather to 5 chicks and a decent father to his daughter. He is a widowed man.

Used to be a train robber for a while

Grooves

Hes been through many different phases and names. The disco has been his favorite

He knows his penguins aee awful actors but he keeps them around as theyve always helped him

He knows his movies are considered bad but he doesnt mind, he does it more for fun

He is actully from the moon which leads to him being unable to swim

Sometimes he puts his actors in more danger then conductor does, mostly through fireworks.

Hes got a fairly femmine singing voice, and a few albums out in different styles

@kuipernebula replied to your post “feel free to ponder this meme i filled out earlier”:

I'm SHOCKED Opal isn't as far down the y axis as physically possible

​I don't think he's ever tried. Same w sophie although I htink sophie would think she's bad at it, but if sophie tried she would be really good at getting girls. she'd be like "wanna see a frog" and girls would go nuts.

I think Opal's cute enough and fun enough that he could get a few dates if he tried and I think he can navigate a conversation just fine. he's just a punk and a jerk but he gets along decently with the guys when off duty and he only has beef with Onyx on his own team.

Chandra doesn't really have much going for her bc she is just openly nasty and rude to everyone and her hater energy is out of control so. well. moving on. and Liam's the lowest guy cuz half his appeal comes from the fact that he doesnt talk to anyone and is therefore mysterious, and the other half is because standing next to Alex makes him more appealing and seem cooler, but those are all things that are based on Not talking to Liam. when you Do talk to him it becomes apparent really fast that he's actully just a huge pain in the ass.

diana has never asked the princess how her day is going.

alright folks its thought time

- first of all what the FUCK happened

- second of all i didn’t actully mind this book. it was actully pretty decent in my opinion. there were many plot points that went nowhere (like the maybe four pages with skulduggerys sibling)

- china and skulduggery canonically fucked agskjiagauk. also skully with a human body my god that was hilarious (also not tanith trying to seduce skulduggery lmao)

- dexter got a new boyfriend :’( he replaced saracen

- shoutout to omen darkly and china sorrows for being the baddest bitches in this entire book, i love them y’all they deseve the fucking world

- frightening jones my beloved man was locked in a basement for like the entire book, my poor little meow meow. honestly tho i’m glad he got his own side plot

- ALSO CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT DARQUESSE. like holy shit she became the fucking univese, WHAT??? but seriously i didn’t think derek would make me cry over her but here i am.

- and finally: ghastlys back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my love, my darling, my ghanith heart beats and i am full of life again :)

A diary entry.

Apologies for those that are just here for the art, but I use this as a diary sometimes just 'cause I need a place to vent. I tag it with self/text so if you wanna flag it I think you can. (Unless you can't.)

So without tooting my own horn too much, I think it's honestly pretty impressive how far I've come in these past few years. It's come gradually but also sorta in an all-at-once sorta way. I've gone from being a right piece of work to someone who's actully trying to be a nice person. I feel like I'm in some weird sitcom about a guy who used to be a bad person try to be a good person - it's almost comical at times.

It's been such a big chunk of character development for me: I overcame being an abrasive online troll to become like, on ok decent guy. Not a great guy, but someone who doesn't get aggressive/insulting to others anymore.

But it's also ... the toughest thing I've ever done. I seem to just be an arrogant twat by nature lol so reclibrating that behviour has been hella hard. I still slip up. I don't want a medal but I feel like that crying cat meme, like the bare minumum is being an ok decent guy but I clawed my way from hell to get to the ground plane.

I dunno why I'm verbalizing all this. it's been on my mind. I guess a part of me also is publishing it 'cause I feel like it's hard to excape being an asshole for so long. I don't expect forgiveness, but I do wanna be like, "I'm not that guy anymore soz about all that :/" AHEM now that that's all out of my system, some other news:

I now refer to myself as an ex game developer

Sticker/merch work is going well, family members are keen to help me out so that's pretty good. I'm really enjoying drawing things inspired by my hometown. I know tumblr is more rainbow-barfing-dogs and less dusky-moorhens but I'll probably lean towards drawing things that are appealing to me rather than try to chase notes etc.

Feel like I've gone from 0-100 REAL quick art wise but I don't think it's anything to worry about? I think for so long (a decade?) I've had feelings of needing-to-study-ankles or needing-to-be-better or needing-to-draw-good but now I'm all: I'm going to sit in the corner and draw my funky little animals and that seems to have alleviated my art burnout.

I've gotten really into tea, like gong fu style shit and I'm like teetering on the edge of geeting pueh which I know will be a whole other step.

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ControlledFealtist: oh! hello!

CF: its wonderful to meet you, and under such good circumstances as well, I believe I have some questions to answer...

CF: Would it hurt to start with some softballs so I can understand the format a bit better?

Narrator: of course, perhaps a favorite snack then?

CF: its a bit embarrassing to say, but it shares the same spot as my favorite meal. Jpegified Green Apple Taffy, the crunch is wonderful and sometimes!!! it gets stuck in my back fangs and I can lick it up later as a treat.

CF: I understand that a healthy charub should diversify their sugers but its a bit hard... me and my brother suffer a bit of a allergy, and mother has a hard time finding food that we can stomach, we choose not to bother her as much as we can.

N: you mentioned a mother? some of our viewers may not understand what kind of relationship that entails.

CF: ah, i see. its a bit...like a platonic guardianship, the mother is supposed to feed protect and teach the younger creature from birth to maturity. though in most cases they are related by blood, in my case I was "adopted" which is more in line with the common lusus.

N: and do you belive that your "mother" fullfilled those requirments? or do you find them lacking on one of the three aspects you have listed?

cf: oh dear...I am... unsure if it is fair to judge her by the standards I have for her. as she is not part of the same species. that and my standareds may be a bit extreme, as my race are typically not raised.

N: that feels like a non answer, do you not want to answer?

cf: no no! she fed us and protected us, she ensured that dispite landing on a barren moon that we did not starve. she has her flaws but flaws are inharent. oh dear... yes i do belive that we should move on.

N: then here is an easy question, would you like a cough drop?

cf: oh! yes please! ack, bitter...*cough cough* ah, thank you. shareing a throat with my brother makes it hard to speak sometimes.

N: where would your brother be?

cf: oh! nowhere. cherubs share a body, when i fall asleep my brother will wake up and vice versa. though sometimes i find it a bit annoying... unless mother is being vigilant, ill sometimes wake up out of my bed in the middle of nowhere.

N: that seems inconvenient!

cf: very! but luckily, we are not as dichotomic as others of our race. we have come to a decent enough treatise that allows us to respect certain boundaries. though sometimes those treatises are broken.

N: would you be inclined to go into a bit more detail about that?

cf: yes i would! me and my brother to pass the time, like to explore our world. despite its barren nature, you can find a fair amount of odd artifacts and remains. our agreement was to have a nuetral storehouse with my artifacts and his remains.

cf: but given his tantrums he sometimes destroys said storehouses and claims that he did not. manageable, but childish.

cf: but lets not dwell on that.

N: oh of course! how about some hobbies?

cf: gardening! well... i hope to start gardening, the moon has poor soil quality. I also enjoy making models, though the low image quality makes the kits a bit hard to join together

cf: though with gardening i cant exactly grow anything that I can eat unless i process it extensivly... but the motions of going through it and the potential of seeing something grow make it more then worth it.

N: that actully brings me to my next question, How did you arrive on earth?

CF: an exacallent question! after a while, we managed to find the ruins of a rather large and seemingly technologically advanced city!

CF: which of course by itself? INSANELY intresting. well we found a ship in the wreckage! from what I can understand from the records scattered about, it was ment to send political prisoners, dissidents and sociatal nusiances off planet in "exile."

CF: me and my brother came to a mutual agreement that any rock was better then this one so we gathered up some supplies, fixed up the ship and blasted off!

N: That seems a little extreme, did you really have no other plans?

CF: well we did have a more dangerous option, but we flipped a coin about it.

N: what was that...?

CF: none of your concern~! but hey, were off the moon, we are stuck in wonderful verdent wildnerness, life is going absoloutly swimmingly~!

CF: ack! the cough drop wore off

ok i was some guy & i was also god & the other god. there were 2 gods actually they were girls & one had yellow power & was the "angelic" one & one had like hot pink power & she was the "devil". and they were friends but they also hated each other and would gossip about each other to their right hand arm man, who was the same guy. he wore round sunglasses that changed color when the color of the light being shone on him changed so they couldn't tell him apart. i was taking turns being all 3 of them.

i remember it kind of badly since i kept waking up, checking my phone for work notifications, seeing i had none, & going back to sleep.

first: the sun is setting so the sky is pink. it takes place at the bottom of the street at my mom's neighborhood & also in the made-up-get-lost labyrinth of my dad's neighborhood that i made up when i was like 6 & we used to go to the pool there, but i didn't have any sense of direction so it was all the same to me. it was also combined with my old neighborhood that we lived in when i was younger. anyway the labyrinth place actully shows up in a ot of dreams, especially ones about riding the bus home from school. anyway, it just took place in this triple combination area. we were on somebody's yard. whatever.

then: somebody's room. maybe my room at my mom's house, but with one of those princess things

i really wanted something like that when i was a kid but my mom said it would be too dusty. anyway one of the gods decides to lock the other one out of her dimensiion & shoves her out because she was a bitch. the guy is stuck here.

the rest of the dream is from perspective of one or the other trying to keep this dimension under control. the effect for the yellow god trying to break back in was corners & lines of our surroundings bulging & streaming light through. yellow god came back & picked up the guy bc she saw him/me standing there & tried to lock the hot pink one out, but she had roots in here so even though she was technically weaker she was able to force the yellow one out again.

after that, we were on vacation somewhere in the mountains, hosted by ??someone i forgot. big family meet up kind of thing. they had a lake & some really interestingly textured rocks - the horizontal lines of sedimentary rocks were really thin & well defined. black & gray stripes like topographical maps all the eway up & down. the lake was huge but still bordered by the mountains. there were caves in the rock. the water was a nice shade of teal that contrasted with the black & gray. the whole area was in shadow bc the sun was still setting & the sky was still pink. my sister didn't want to do aany canoeing with me bc the other unrelated cousins (related to the host) were a bunch of teen boys causing a lot of problems & rarmming people. which was fair.

on the back patio house was some kind of large sculpture that served as a decent anchoring point to keep things closed: i could wrap the string at the end of the closed bits around it to hold it steady so i could relax. eventually the yellow god was coming back though no matter what. i was the guy again & i watched as the pink god turned herself & allies into giant stone beetle statues? beings? idk they were like geodes with sharp glowing cyan crystals pouring out of the shattered parts.

at the end of the dream iw as running away again whatever

The Blackhole [A story HEAVILY Inspired by Minecrafts Blackhole mod, ft. Wilbur soot, tommyinnit, Slime cicle and Philza minecraft.

[Hello, my name is Professor Soot. or for my freinds Wilbur, Soot. im writing this very quickly to introduce myself, and to document my discoverys. its difficult due to the soon empending doom tho. anywho, i hope this will help me keep track of my findings.]

I woke up in the morning agrevated by wooshing. I adjusted my eyesight for a closer look, it seemed quite small, atleast for the time being, i got up out of bed and threw on my white lab coat calmly, right over my golden-yellow sweater. It was uncomfortable, but i didnt have time to change.

As i scampered out of bed, my coat started being pulled torwards the direction of the blackhole could feel it pulling on me, i ran as fast as i could to Doctor Sickles home, i bursted through the door of his adobe and shouted "DOCTOR WE HAVE A ISSUE!" As he snapped up from his bedside, wide awake due to my yelling, i saw the terror in his bloodshot eyes.

"Throw on ur labcoat, quickly!" He replied with a bit of a slur in his voice "wha.. man im trying to sleep.." As he rolled back over on his side, i looked out of his window only to see the blackhole again, but this time it had gotten larger. I tried to tell him urgently again, this time i shook the side of his back violently. The pure expression of anger on his face was upsetting, but i didnt have time to make him "breakfast in bed."

Doctor Sickle then finally got up, as he threw on his Labcoat over his usual T-shirt, i gripped his hand firmly, felt kinda.. wet actully, but anyways, we darted out the door of his home, off to hopefully go get our freinds Tommy and Phil. we ran across the grass, as we did we could hear the ruffle of the wind of the blackhole pulling us, aswell as anything behind us, when all of a sudden Doctor Sickle turned around and stared at the blackhole.

I was wondering what was wrong with him, at a time like THIS? When we were about to DIE. And at that thought, i looked at his face, of pure terror. i gripped his arm of his labcoat tightly and dragged him along as i ran. We Finally arrived at Tommy and Phils house, We didnt have time to knock, so naturally, we busted down their door. luckily, they were already awake. As the door hit the ground me and Doctor Sickle just stood there, now stuck in eyecontact with Phil, who at the time was prepparing a cup of coffee.

As we stood at the door tho, he appeared quite shocked, i mean i dont blame him, we were doused in sweat, and Doctor Sickles Terrified face didnt make it any better. I told Phil calmly that "We have to leave the area, due to the empending blackhole." Suprisingly, his eyes lit up, as if he was waiting for this moment, as he reached into his cloak and pulled out a few things, a iron sword and a few buckets. he yelled at Tommy across the room, who looked to be organizing some loot.

Tommy then was extremely Panicked, and even jumped a little bit, i saw the ground shake, or maybe that was the force of the blackhole.. Doesnt matter now, we all ran out the door in search of somewhere atleast decently away from the blackhole, however me and Doctor Sickle had other plans, we had expiriments to do. And so, while me and Doctor Sickle went off to experiment with the blackhole and its force of gravity, Tommy and Phil worked on getting prepared, planning even. but i dont care, thats not what was important to me.

Me and Doctor Sickle hung out in front of the blackhole for a bit, we were trying to get a pair of chickens to lay some eggs. So they didnt run away, we put them into a hole in the dirt. to see if it'd be effected by the gravity. As we struggled with harnassing the eggs, Doctor Sickle looked down at the chickens, supposively trying to "urge" them.

I joined in, in a last ditch effort we finally got some eggs. Two to be exact, the blackhole got closer, edging torwards the hole where the chickens were. Doctor Sickle quickly told me to grab a egg, make a hole in the ground and throw the egg in the air. And so, i did. I dug a semi-deep hole a decent space away from the blackhole. I could feel my hair being perpelled by the force, and so, i threw the egg into the air, Doctor Sickle then yelled "IT WORKED!!" i felt joy in my findings.

unforunitely, this wouldnt last long, im writing this before the blackhole is going to consume me, i dont know what will happen after but i hope that my findings are useful. [END LOG 1]

Where am i? Last thing i remember i was sucked into the blackhole. I cant really see at all, but theres nothing here but Pitch Black Darkness, so its bery hard for me tosee if im writing the rigjt letaters. i canf eelmy self staring to lacnk conciposunness, i candt breatheanysmor

im back in control, but im not sure for how long. i was sent back onto the surface, for some odd reason.. the black hole is increasing in size. i dont have much time to help the others anymore.

I ran up to Ch- i mean, Doctor Sickle, he was yapping some nonsense about "Throwing Hoops" to Tommy, er.. playing basketball? i didnt care. i grabbed Doctor Sickle by his arm, angerly. We had somthing to take care of. Id built a small train track, along with a obsidian blockade so that Doctor Sickle wont get sucked into the Blackhole, i showed him it and his reaction was not what i was hoping for.

He yelled "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?" i replied, "i want you to observe the effect the Blackhole has on water, Doc." he looked back at me, almost furious, but i still managed to convince him, i told him that "Theres a button to ur right side that you can push to push the cart in this direction so that after viewing we can both live." He stared at me oddly, squinting. He seemed convinced enough.

All of a sudden i could feel it, gaining back control of me. I screamed to Doctor Sickle, "THE BLACKHOLE IS INSIDE OF MY BODY CHARLIE- I-I CANT CONTROL MYSELF DONT LISTEN TO ME DONT LI-" Doctor Sickle replied in confusion, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BLACKHOLE IS INSIDE YOU? LIKE? POSSESSING YOU?" All of my body movement stopped. He gave me a weird, scared look but then sat down in the minecart, observing the water. At that moment, i didnt feel like myself anymore. i couldnt hold back the urge anymore. The blackhole inched closer to Doctor Sickles Position, but i couldnt find myself able to control myself, this was up to him. He attempted to escape the pull by forcing the cart in my direction, I felt somthing take over me in that moment, i could move. I walked forward and pushed the cart backwards. Leaving Doctor Sickle Helpless. I tried to scream out to him, im not quite sure if he heard me, i hope he did. I am once again slipping from my control. Maybe now he will understand my pain. He screamed so loud. i saw his glasses get ripped off of his eyes. in a way.. It was satisfying, the loud screams were soon silenced by the void. I have the urge to feed more people to it, i cant stop resisting the urge anymore. I shall start looking for more victims, besides, they wont have many places to hide afterall. [END LOG 2]

Ive found them, now i just have to put on the stupid act and fool them. i approach Phil With ease, he was under ground along with tommy, i hear his yelling echoing loudly in the caves, as i stared from them at the top of the opening of the hole, i had a sudden voice echo through my head, or maybe it was everywhere? It sounded like charlie, yapping on about somthing along the lines of "The Omlette of the beyond." ..whatever that means, but what really struct my fancy was when i heard "come take a bite, philllzaaaa~"

The voice faded, Finally. now that he was out of the way he had been handeld, now with a diffrent mindset of before, and foruntely, working perfectly with my plan. at this rate i cant tell who i am anymore. i just know who im supposed to be, and thats "ProfessorSoot." I was going to join them in the nether, after the portal was lit. But somthing changed my mind, i decided to sit down on the grass and await the void.

The INEVITABLE, void that we shall ALL FALL to. As i sat on the grass, i looked at my labcoat, which was now tainted with Doctor Sickles struggle, tho it was just a few patches of slime, along with a bit of blood. Nothing ive never seen before. I found myself staring into the blackhole as its everexpanding surface got larger and larger, i dont know how long ive been sitting here now, but i finally hear them coming back, i pick myself off the ground and rush to their underground base, falling through the hole, luckily i caught myself before being injured, thanks to some hanging cave vines.

Phil and Tommy Seemed to finally find some useful items, such as 8 enderpearls, some blazerods and alot of other self-defense loot, such as armor. i dropped down casully, and greeted them with "Joy" i was wondering what i could do to stop them, they seemed to be trying to escape, but i just found myself going along with them, for my own sake. I could hear it above us, when we finally found the ender-portal i felt.. A weird feeling, not like before. the need to be free, the need to get away from the impending doom, unlike before where i was allured to it, everything seemed to be okay with myself now.

Tho as i stood there on the side while Phil placed the ender eyes into the slots, i could feel two parts of me fighting, the one who wanted doom, and the one who truly just wanted to escape. Phil Finally Placed the last eyes into the slot, i could hear the blackhole wooshing through the wind, I closed my eyes and jumped through the portal. Finally, i actully felt free. Free of the urge, free of the impending doom. But i still found myself feeling empty.

Dispite my tryumphs i feel like shit. I wish i could've helped charlie while i could. i stare off into the pitch black bottom of the end, until tommy approaches me and right when i try to speak, SLAPS ME, and says, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, WHERE THE FUCK IS CHARLIE?!" I clear my voice, still having the sound of dissapointment in myself in my voice.

I see Tommys eyes try to resist tears, He just runs away, off to where Phil is, as Phil is already getting ready to fight the enderdragon. I walk over depressivly, armed with nothing. Only my own words, if i die by this dragon, god knows i deserve it, maybe ill see charlie again then. I screamed words i didnt even understand at the dragon, tho i imagine they must've been pretty offensive. Tommy had taken care of the End-crystals, all we had to do was kill it now. Phil ran in with a glimmering diamond sword, and stabbed it in the chest. Exp went everywhere, little green-yellow balls of power. and with that, we finally did it. we were finally done. Me, Tommy and Phil looked at eachother, took a deep breath then dived into the unknown void-portal that was there after defeating the dragon. we were ok. ..at least we thought we were, we are being teleported into the void, where it all started, hopefully ill have written some more logs, if not, im sorry Charlie. im sorry Phil and Tommy aswell. I should've just helped you all from the start, i can hear the wooshing getting louder and the force PULLING on me now, u7il next ti~=e. [EnD LOg]

Last year I started filming these Youtube shorts of some of my of toys and I was using my phone which is a Samsung galaxy note 3 so it over ten years old and although the camera on it is somewhat decent it sucks focusing on small toys. Today was the first day I used my gopro to film a video of my toys an I was actully mad with myself that I hadn't be using all this time. The video is here https://youtube.com/shorts/qPmQa4ZC.....QMcfki579NbZ4j I drew this on a sticky note which is one of my faverite ways to do these daily doodles/daily dirays things I like to get back into doing these in 2024.

about the woes of past websites, i think my university's online dean's office* is a good example, at first glace it seems like a decent, simple web2.0 site but if you actully need to find something, especially obscure or very specific it becomes a nightmare because everything is sorted and hid in subpages of subpages, no search function or proper navigation, you had to go through multiple pages far too often

*idk whats the best english word for it, bascially its a website where you sign up for courses, checked grades etc, administration???

(and yes it remained unchanged for years, even until now)

I wonder if the chronology of my last post is coherent enough...

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In summer 2010 just after the g20 riots i moved to toronto with veña and simon, we got the cheapest 3 bedroom we could find, it was "above the 401" as they say, the hinterlands. Veña and i moved in first and smoked salvia in the empty apartment, simon got there a month later. I got a job at a queen street headshop after a couple months, hand of god given that i dropped off 5 resumes total and spent all day every day blogging and agonizing over where i could get decent weed and how to afford more. leni moved in that fall, originally sharing a room with simon but there was conflict and she switched to veña's room. Holding pattern while i make connections thru work and hang out with coworkers. By the new year we're rolling again, we're going to dj nights, etc. The manager at work changes when 50k of legal highs disappear. Martin, who i know from uvic, moved in may or june of 2011. We all ended up on 2cb or some research chem near-analog, i was supposed to have mdma for us but the batch sold as, was later confirmed to be 2csomething via the dealers gf postfacto. Immediately martin got us househunting and within a few weeks we saw a bunch of places and then moved from 2441 finch west to 114 finch east i guess starting in august because we had a big summer moving in party. Leni and veña were on speed and i told them not to jook up with this undergrad they knew but they did anyway. The kid and their friends hung around all summer wondering when we'd actully be fun. The kid figured out martin was the fun one and got mad at veña for liking their ex better. The kid is lux. Lux starts talking to martin about metal instead of veña. Halloween '11 is a 0 degree night out of nowhere and we're at a bridge show martin has a reading at, after going to a party at my store managers place with lux, which sucks so bad lux bails for the night. Someone does a callout of a stylistic choice in martins work and things sort of derail. Martin wants us to play defense, which turns things into a popularity contest, and martin would win going strictly by defender numbers, 4 v 1 ("your network is your networth") except because the girl and her friend who are complaining about martins story have more metal attached to their clothes martin is ashamed of our bad optics. This foreshadows much to come. I lose my job by being more and more of an insane mess and go on employment insurance. Yule 2011 I went back to bc with my fiance garrett who was living in boston working on his phd in psychology. I spent that easter doing k and acid with lux. In march 2012 i had what garrett said was a psychotic break.

Martin moved out may of 2012. I went to panama to teach the primatology class at a field school for 2 sessions from june to august. I got assaulted by a coworker, martin was the only person i told from home who took the position that i was being unreasonable. I got my septum done in bocas del toro, it was a body-ownership move as much as a memento of the place; Ive never stopped wearing a ring in my nose since then, ive even gauged up a bit. I got garrett a ticket to panama, he moved into the house with us after we got back from panama together, he still had to write and defend his thesis. 2012 we had a big vegan house party for yuletime. A few days before that was the big mayan calendar failpocalypse, i spent it writing on 2ce. Somewhere in there i got into a facebook spat with martin over veña, and got blocked. New year 2013 i got a job i'd written a preholiday rush cover for, at a headshop really close to the house, at yonge and steeles. Worked there 5 months, ran into another coworker issue. General workplace friction with the whole vibe of working for GoT fan ancaps in the legal high/weed paraphernalia business. 2nd verse same as the first. I started spending more time with lux because they were the most sympathetically in tune with my rage about the panama situation and my sorrow about the state of the world, and i ended up going with them and nat to meet suzy for the first time that spring after end of session at u of t when she was moving out of the student res that a few years later got closed for being uninhabitably damaged. Suzy gave me a hundred or so caps of name brand dexedrine as a parting gift. Blast off.

Right at the time things were melting down at work again martin told the others about moving back to the city. It triggered a midtier manic episode but i was also on long speed jags at that time, it all coalesced. I left martin a letter in the paper tray of the copier they wanted to pick up. A month or so later they came to the house, probably while i was at the fort. Id started hooking up with lux after doing speed at a backyard show there and they were insanely demanding after that. (I met nix spring 2013, at one of the fort shows that happened during that time.) When i got back everyone said martin had spent the whole time trying to get them to shit talk me and itd been pretty awkward. Leni said she saw martin find my letter and disgustedly throw it away. Emma came over and we all unloaded about how martin was being so bizarre after moving out. But then simon decided to move out. I asked them to give me my first stiknpoke before leaving and they gave me a division symbol on my wrist. Lux was squeezing someone out of the fort at that time, the house founder in fact, and needed someone they could stand, on short notice, to take over a large share of the rent, so they used emotional leverage and got me to bail on veña and leni. I was almost out of money and my big plan was to go on welfare for the first time after moving to the fort.

I left in july to go hitchhiking with lux, who wanted to chase their remaining roommates to a grindcore festival in bc and basically make sure people werent just sitting around complaining about the coup that had actually scared off the house founder and her bestie, so the rent situation was tenuous and being held down by the mom of this guy ryan who lived there and had spent 3 or 6 months in prison for being a g20 rioter, he got beaten every day by guards and left with crippling depression. He was dating someone from another collective house who was in bc waiting for fastcore with nat already because they'd trainhopped and made it the whole way thru ontario in 2 days. I got my first smartphone so i could document the trip and i started a new facebook, maybe i was hoping my sudden metamorphosis into someone with a punk name would register to martin and theyd add my new account and we'd talk. We go to mtl to visit nix and bug at death church; bug had moved out of the fort before luxs coup. We doubled back quickly and then headed north. I got my 2nd stiknpoke from lux outside wawa (infamous hitching black hole), a bong. Lux and i got lucky with a 2 day ride across the praries in a dodge charger after a week in north ontario. We met cassidy and her gf at the time in edmonton, & after a few days there we got over to vancouver where we met up with ryan who said he was there to try to find shrew because theyd had a fight. He said some bad consent stuff happened, after we'd been hanging out for a day (lux loved him) and lux and i nervous laughed & called shrew who said to lose ryan and get up to squamish. We caught up with nat and shrew, eventually linked up with nat and shrews lost travel crew....and an old roommate of luxs named natalie who had gone from plur to acab in the same space of time as lux had. (All very coincidental im sure.) Remember natalie. In squamish i gave myself a mans ruin stiknpoke while we hung out at the skatepark, beautiful day. After fastcore we bummed around vancouver a couple days before lux got their guardian angel cj to buy them a bus ticket because they were cranky from bin-diving giving them food poisoning and all their internet friends we'd met turning out to be normie libs (no one wanted to lay pipe). I spend my last cash on a ticket for myself. Greyhound still runs cross country in 2013. Garrett and i move in to the fort right as nat and lux hitch to mtl together to visit nix. Shrew was still living at george street, i think doug was trying to get them to stay there at the time but all the guys there were saying ryan was a good guy and we were all totally willing to kick ryan out whether shrew moved in or not. I dont know where he was at this time, but based on the stimulator screening we went to with him back in van, he hadnt even noticed being leftcoast famous for getting arrested until that outing, and there were a lot more warm welcomes to make a tour of before trying to talk to shrew again. He was all set up at a well known collective house by the pne grounds.

So garrett and i were actually alone at the fort with shrews miniscule cat beez for a couple weeks before anyone came back. I was on my way to shrew and ryans first face to face over at g street, on my bike, and got arrested because a cop said i spit on him. He said some got on his shoe. I got cuffed and ticketed but they let me go. I missed the thing with ryan and no one at g street found getting arrested remarkable. I went home to the fort and garrett found it so remarkable that he dumped me. I spent the next three months crying at sammy yatim demos and police hearings and watching tv in bed or having last chance sex. During this time lux and nat were trying to find more renters and this runaway kid who'd been having trouble at another house moved in, along with a street artist the others knew from around. As soon as garrett was gone at the start of December 2013, nat and i took a bus across the border and started hitching to IDA in Tennessee so they could tell us how to make an effective collective house. We learned that everyone needs their own house and its normal for people to go years within a community not talking to eachother. We got back and the street artist and shrew were at it with eachother. I got a tattoo from her anyway, in the living room. On her birthday we all go to a soup kitchen, martin is there with a bunch of shrews old friends. We're weird and avoidant of one another, i decide to let martin say hi if they want to, they dont, more to it but whatever. Skip to, we tell birthday gal we need to find someone who is actually paying rent. She sets the house on fire. We put it out. Happy 2014.

Then came the business of kicking lux out for being a manipulative weirdo who turned out to be mad at natalie because natalie was like "the sex we had was not consensual, youre a rapist" and lux was just like "what a bitch can you believe this bitch" about it, and then also "technically i also raped my ex who veña always liked better" about it, too. So that was a mess. That winter and early spring are a blur, nat and shrew and i go to some parties. Doug moves in. Various other people move in and out. Random people are in and out all the time. I live in a closet, which i consider heaven. I take a bike repair class. Nat and i go to a party at emmas and i meet luke, its still cold old. I ask luke out but he seems uninvested and morbidly curious from the get go. Im morbidly curious myself once i realize that bug called this guy out over something and i recall that while lux and i were in edmonton lux defaced a bunch of his bands show flyers. I get a really cool bike via nat and start joyriding all over the city, im hoping kismet will kick in and I'll run into martin. Nat and shrew hear from shrews friends that martin lives on the eastside with them. Nat and shrew go to one of martins readings and i say be nice dont troll like you did at the soupkitchen in the winter. They troll worse, tell me all about it when they get home. It sounds like martin won them over by being mildmannered afterward but theyre not forthcoming about that part.

I think that kind of catches things up to where we were before...

I spent summer of 2014 living at the fort and hooking up with luke and a guy who lived at george street named chris. That year on my birthday i sprained both wrists doing a stupid bike stunt. That was the same day i applied to be a courier. Shrew and i got into a conflict over the runaway kid's whole deal and i decided to move out as soon as shrew said they were going to. They stayed, i left. I bused back to bc to regroup with the gang. First i met up with simon, who was hanging out with martins bestie a lot and thru an awkward series of events i ended up crashing at that persons place with them and their bf felix, even tho martins bestie was clearly terrified of me and couldnt understand why simon had brought me in the first place. Then i went to stay with veña and leni, who were living together at veña's moms place. We all did m during a bloodmoon watch and i accidentally outed some information leni had been withholding. Garrett and i kept meeting up and hooking up too, and he got annoyed that i wasnt making room for him in the veña/leni/me situation and left things on bad terms but later apologized. I kept trying to get them all to move back and get another place but the only one who was all in was leni, after the big reveal she felt like relocating would be more fun than staying and facing the music.

Over halloween we hitched from van to winnipeg to save money and bused the rest of the way. They broke up after she got to toronto with me. We stayed at emmas moms place for a month (nov 2014) while i started the courier job it turned out i'd had for weeks, and leni apartment hunted. Doing a good deed is remembered by the spirit of the city, and we found a cheap basement in the trinity-bellwoods area I'd flyered for the first sammy yatim response demo.

I kept working the courier job and one day leni and i ran into luke. He started crashing at our apartment because it was so close to the rehearsal factory. I started writing a summary of the lefty witch agenda as a thesis project for suzy because i had been relying on her counsel more and more since leaving the fort and i wanted to do something that might have some kind of tangible impact and ime she's a very talented witch, one of the most talented i know if not the most, so in her hands a document like that could go anywhere. Lord knows if she ever read it all. I remember she started it and was like you didnt cite so and so and i was like as far as i knew that was original, and its like ok well, she's seen it before. Collaged in with all the same other stuff, too, most likely. I think she thought my format choices were cute, anyway.

I stopped going to the courier job so i could work on my speedifesto full time. I spent new years 2015 on acid at a party on the eastside with a girl i was dating and leni and the girl she was dating. The night ended badly. I ruined things with the girl so many different times but having a self-obsessive bad trip while she wanted to have mindblowingly romantic sex instead, was a big one of the ruiny moments. She's happy now with someone who isnt stupid.

I personally would like to here from the British woso "journalists" who decided to defend mead rather than a fellow journalist when it is clear they didn't actully look into at all before jumping to her defence. This is why media is meant to be impartial and why people from outside the UK can't stand those in British woso journalism. They simply can't remove their own bias and hero worship for some players to the point that they would throw one of their own under the bus because he isn't in their circle. And if they were decent at their job at all they would know the interview would have been recorded because its standard practice (for reasons such as this) and so they should have known to maybe at least reach out to a colleague before opening their mouths!

couldn't agree more. i remember them all (rightly) jumping to suzy wrack's defence a few weeks ago when she got criticized for her piece on hampton. not seeing that same energy now unfortunately, instead it's painfully silent.

think the problem is exactly as you say, they worship some of these players and either don't wanna criticize them and/or are afraid of losing connections with players/clubs. some of them look more like fans than professional journalists at times.