Queer space art nonsense
Gay planets with glittering sequined rings. Cosmic pollination as supernovae. Supernovae as gods picking new bodies for themselves. Self sufficient cooperatives nestled in icy asteroid belts. Galaxies in queerplatonic relationships. Transfolk who are also comets. Getting fucked by starlight. The last drag king show held in the tumult of the Andromeda and Milky Way galaxies colliding. Black holes will always respect your pronouns. Sagittarius A* says trans rights.
I fell into the sky. 🌠
I dremt that my Rust Belt Rust hotel keycard contained a super advanced computer system instead of just an RFID chip!
But I didn't learn this until I was at the airport, hours after discarding mine, when I read a tutorial about hacking them.
Then I spent the rest of the dream agonizing the lost opportunity, and how cool it would be to have a credit card sized computer.
Maybe I'm giving a last minute lightning talk on creative coding?? At the request of #rustbeltrust's MC.
Time to over-engineer a talk that's supposed to be minimally-prepared-for because that's the only way my brain can get me through it.
I'm in Dayton, Ohio, for this year's Rust Belt Rust conference, just doing regular business trip things, like:
* getting my laptop all set up with the latest versions of Rust
* taking pouty selfies in the bathroom vanity
* shitposting on social media till my nail polish dries and I can sleep
* warily eyeing the "No guns allowed" signs on all the storefront windows, wondering where the marauding hoards of raiders will strike from
seeking medical advice
Let's say, hypothetically, I had an upcoming surgical consultation for a spinal issue. What questions/concerns/risks do I need to address, which might otherwise slip my mind when I'm on the spot (especially if I'm anxious prone to slipping into autopilot mode)?
As in, what don't I know, that I don't know I don't know.
Also to reiterate, this is hypothetical; I do not personally have this visit upcoming.
There was this one girl of like 10 or 12 wearing a skeleton costume in a parade last night, but she also wore around her neck a string of (what looked like) bamboo tubes, so whenever she moved she made that marimba-like "cartoon skeleton" sound effects. Anyway, it was cool and you should have been there.
Just look at this rad heckin bunch, particularly the singer who I did not summon the courage to flirt with. They're The Skates, which I don't know if it refers to the shoe or the fish.
In recognition of halloween, they crooned Zombie and Spiderwebs and what they described as a knock-off Monster Mash (which was better than the Monster Mash anyway, so nyah). I have video, but it's bigger than 40MB so welp.
To clarify, one of my best friends threw a party for *their* friend, who, having grown up in Ireland together, missed out on the American Teen Prom that they heard about through exported young-adult media.
They had balloons, punch, a band stage, and a photo booth. (That mural is the photo backdrop!)
trees and ferns
🌐 web dev^H^H^H sabotage 💣
rust and ruby
Always your lofi hip hop radio babe to make out with.
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