The Car Game
I count years by your visits. We will play Super Smash Brothers, geek out about Nintendo World, and invent elaborate variants of indoor tag. We will realize that one can do a whole lot with a microwave and a bag of Nestle chocolate chips; that Thanksgiving pumpkin pie tastes better served with sparkling apple cider and mounds of Reddi Whip (really the Shoprite low-calorie version). Matt sure knows THAT rule. Now Mom has to buy three cans.
Then, we will load our extended family in the minivan. Once we clear the garage door, the game starts: if we see a certain color car—often green—or a certain state’s license plate—driving, not parked—then we each, upon arrival, receive a dollar. Sometimes we find it parked. Sometimes we fib. I’m sure our Aunt Margaret knew. In any case, we always win the dollar.
The train will start—you will press your nose against the window; I will run and make goofy (I think) faces. We will see how long our Nintendo DSes stay connected in Pictochat.
Then we fought, you gained weight, I stopped sleeping, and we don’t talk anymore.
man ok so I’ve never really felt sad about being single on valentine’s day before but I saw one of my friend’s fb photos of him and his gf and they’re so cute together and then, ok, I felt a little sad
I was also at a get-together where the proportion of couples to non-couples was pretty high and, you know, someone there was pretty attractive and sigh
I just started wondering like sure being alone a lot is very comfortable and doing better in classes and getting better at math is like fine and whatever but there’s a whole world that I am just totally not engaging with and maybe I miss out on a lot and sometimes I realize this
And this time it just happened to be on valentine’s day
Anyway, happy valentine’s day
"The 250-year debate between Bayesians and frequentists is unusual among philosophical arguments in actually having important practical consequences."
"He put the 2011 Tournament of Champions away early with an incredibly ballsy pair of Daily Double bets that still makes my sphincters clench when I watch it today."
FEELS ALL THE FEELS
(blame steins;gate, my gateway drug to the fandoms)
sheesh i feel ridiculous but THIS SHOW
And you will thankfully stumble into delirium
Ill remembering how it steadied the paring-knife
As you shrieking, apologetically undid yourself
it is the time of night where i will listen to beach house and go be sad, but in a relatively comfortable way
cooking with ghibli!
The cooking scene in Howl’s Moving Castle was always my favorite scene
someone has thought what you are thinking of
starting and then stopping/the emptiest of feelings
on the drew-to-home bus for us tuckered-out track kids—loose, dirty spikes, big zippered bags, aging uniforms—i curled up on the floor, full with orange gatorade, a buttered bagel, and peanut m&ms; listening to “the tourist” and the closing, cathartic ring of its triangle
middle school, no practice, slamming the door, rounding the u-turn up to level one, depositing the backpack by the floppy disk basket (heh), kicking off shoes down a flight of stairs (careful, the light fixture!), loading up glastonbury 2003 paranoid android with its gorgeous purples, jonny greenwood hits his moment and it’s the end of the world
"i wish that they’d swoop down in a country lane, late at night as i’m driving
take me aboard their beautiful ship
show me the world as i’d love to see it
i’d tell all my friends but they’d never believe me
they’d think that i’d finally lost it completely
i’d show them the stars and the meaning of life
they’d shut me away…but i’d be alright