I'm just a shitposter. I peaked when I met Oscar Isaac (8/12/17).
I'm fairly awkward. INFJ, Libra, Star Wars nerd, Marvel fan, space is the best (NASA!), I say hi to animals, & NYC is my happy place. Please recycle.
my favorite bit of “rich people are Like That” ephemera that I picked up from my Russian literature binge was from a noble character who was complaining about his serfs neglecting their duties, specifically the duty of staying up all night long slapping the pond water in order to prevent the frogs from croaking so that the nobleman could enjoy his sleep at his country estate with its adorable pond. whenever I hear wealthy people’s complaints in this day and age the majority of it automatically filters to “the fucking serfs won’t slap the pond anymore and it’s honestly so destructive and cruel of them to deny me my beauty sleep like this” type statements
does anyone else think it’s crazy how we just casually reference “the pandemic” now. i catch someone in conversation saying “during the first quarantine…” and as comfortable as it feels to hear and say now, there’s still a twinge of like…. i cannot believe we’re using these words in real life in reference to real events. this isn’t a scifi movie this isn’t a young adult post apocalyptic novel we’re literally casually discussing a global pandemic that ravaged the entire world and it was REAL ?
I am a recreational Noticer. I love to Notice Things and Make Connections and Identify Patterns. This is one of my favorite activities and it requires me to behave in compulsively silly ways online.
In real life, this manifests itself by suddenly asking a coworker “so how long has your wife known about your mistress?” Because he stopped bringing in a packed lunch and I saw him scrubbing lipstick off his neck one day when he “went to the bank”
I was trying to see it in the arrangement of stars and galaxies, but it’s just. A fucking. It’s a fucking. Question mark. Floating in space. Not a constellation, just a floating goddamn question mark. I want to scream.
