mice diaries

id have sex with my clone but not bc of any of the excuse reasons ppl use to justify why they would like "to find out how good i am" or "i wanna have sex with anyone". i think Me is hot and would like to have sex with her. that's it.

"would you have sex with ur clone for 1000 dollars" man I'd pay 1000 dallars to have sex with my clone

hang on I gotta post something two weeks late and in poor taste

you ever think about jessica telephone

like the sheer unmatched degree to which she outlived her own narrative. original season 1 player. first star batter. first fan favorite. only player tgb purposefully shifted the sim in favor of iirc. pregame ritual batting practice. #1 idol. first player shelled. unshelled 4 days before her brother dies. shelled again. recruited into god's evil army. game-winning home run for god's evil army. ring ring. telephone v telephone in boss battle #2. seb dies again and jess is there to watch this time. survived the death of god. (against all odds. she died in the test runs of day x but only seb died in the real thing.) remains a star player for a while, and then star inflation catches up to her and she's just mediocre, and then the stats shift and she's average-to-bad. she's being traded every season again, but this time it's because no one wants her, not because everyone does. not quite bad enough to get shadowed. survived the end of the world and the death of another god. falls out of the black hole into boston. survives two more seasons of new blaseball. no retirement arc no being forgotten no fading into obscurity. her brother has one of the most memorable concise character arcs in blaseball (died three times! killed by jaylen! killed during boss battle fighting against his own sister! a satisfying second chance at an ending, tie it up in a nice box with a ribbon, etc.) and in contrast jess' story just refuses to end. no one cares about her anymore but she refuses to leave. the game is all she has. pregame ritual batting practice.

and then blaseball just ends and forces her story shut with no ceremony. and after all that time, how else could it have ended? after all that time, what does she have left now that the game is over?

[ID: comment from impernaway: her story just gets cut off and she's not even left with the dial tone in the aftermath.]

THIS GAME HAS TAKEN EVERYTHING FROM HER!!!!! INCLUDING ANY CHANCE AT A SATISFYING ENDING

you ever think about jessica telephone

like the sheer unmatched degree to which she outlived her own narrative. original season 1 player. first star batter. first fan favorite. only player tgb purposefully shifted the sim in favor of iirc. pregame ritual batting practice. #1 idol. first player shelled. unshelled 4 days before her brother dies. shelled again. recruited into god's evil army. game-winning home run for god's evil army. ring ring. telephone v telephone in boss battle #2. seb dies again and jess is there to watch this time. survived the death of god. (against all odds. she died in the test runs of day x but only seb died in the real thing.) remains a star player for a while, and then star inflation catches up to her and she's just mediocre, and then the stats shift and she's average-to-bad. she's being traded every season again, but this time it's because no one wants her, not because everyone does. not quite bad enough to get shadowed. survived the end of the world and the death of another god. falls out of the black hole into boston. survives two more seasons of new blaseball. no retirement arc no being forgotten no fading into obscurity. her brother has one of the most memorable concise character arcs in blaseball (died three times! killed by jaylen! killed during boss battle fighting against his own sister! a satisfying second chance at an ending, tie it up in a nice box with a ribbon, etc.) and in contrast jess' story just refuses to end. no one cares about her anymore but she refuses to leave. the game is all she has. pregame ritual batting practice.

and then blaseball just ends and forces her story shut with no ceremony. and after all that time, how else could it have ended? after all that time, what does she have left now that the game is over?

Hammacher Schlemmer Color Changing Spooky Skull Sunday

ghostland: an american history in haunted places by colin dickey

they live together in their lil house

My wife got me a tshirt and I fucking love it

This is about 2008

So. Douglas Fernand Eiffel, born on December 25th, 1982, in Boston, MA. Goddard Employee ID #68152. Pop culture savant, appreciator of pineapple on pizza, and Communications Officer on board the USS Hephaestus Station. I love him so much.

Because I’m an unhinged person with too much time on my hands, I have compiled this list of useless trivia about him - and it is just trivia. This does not include any inferences about his personality or motivations beyond some very generalized and easily (outwardly) observable facts; that would be a whole other post. It’s just a bunch of facts about his life, things he’s said he likes (or doesn’t), things that he’s done that I find interesting or endearing in some way, etc. 

… And for my own sanity, this also doesn’t go into detail about his pop culture habits unless there’s some specific observation to be made about it. That said:

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Vintage and antique dollshouses

some of you need to make your bed and have a shower with a soap that smells nice, and then sit in a chair near the window and have tea with milk and read a hardcover book and see how your creative block is after that tbh.

i'm not saying creative block isn't a real or difficult phenomenon. i'm saying creatives have a tendency to neglect themselves physically and emotionally in favor of manic bursts of productivity. a little softness and clean sheets and a bagel will go a long way. make a playlist and light the fancy candle you've been saving for a special occasion. life is a special occasion.

Always a good reminder.