In 2007, a married couple filed for divorce after they realized that they were cheating on one another in an online chatroom - with each other.
I guess neither of them liked pina coladas.
I’ve been having a rough time health wise for the last couple weeks. According to the XRays I just had done, it’s because two of my ribs have something called Cortical Buckles.
To Google, ‘Cortical Buckle’ means “an incomplete fracture of the shaft of a long bone that is characterized by the bulging of the cortex”
To me, it means stabby stabby pain most of the time.
Trying to distract myself from the pain has led me to reread the comic series ‘Chew’ by John Layman and Rob Guillory. I love these comics and highly recommend them. The image above is my attempt to imitate Guillory’s art to illustrate my current condition.
My poor, painful, talented husband.
I did this again. Good day to be a Pisces at least.
All the other trees have leaves, this one casts a spooky hand shadow. Oooooo
Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters
they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay
“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”
"Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”
"He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”
"It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”
"If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”
And, of course:
"The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t."
the one that will always stay with me is “Arthur Dent was grappling with his consciousness the way one grapples with a lost bar of soap in the bath,” i feel like that was the first time i really understood what you could do with words.
I know it’s trendy to fight the system and cry that we are all becoming slaves of technology, but this attitude overlooks that computers and phones are tools for communicating. When someone thinks I’m an idiot smiling at a machine, I’m actually smiling at my girlfriend who is 10000 miles away and whom I would have never met if not for these newfangled electronics. As they say: when the wise man points to the moon, the fool looks at the finger.
This is a topic that I’ve been wanting to tackle for a while now; much credit to this excellent post for bringing it to the front of my brain.
Fucking thank you.
INTERNET FRIENDS ARE REAL FRIENDS.
The song of the day is In My Room by The Beach Boys
The walls are a different colour and the bed’s been replaced, but my stars are still up and the closet’s still full of my junk. The room I grew up in is still a source of great calm and comfort.