Many Such Cases

...is slowly driving me mad. I mean this lightheartedly, naturally. However, it is extremely difficult to convince people to listen to the tiny people acting in your headphones.  Especially as the audio medium is more likely to be less constrained and more creative than others, which is absolutely amazing- but how am I meant to explain something like Stellar Firma , nevermind recommend it? This gets doubly hard when talking about audio dramas, because now it's niche AND old. The Bert Coules Sherlock Holmes radio adaptation? Clive Merrison? Anyone??? And it's not like a tv show, or book, or movie where you can pull snippets to terrorize your friends with, as even without context there is a visual for them to absorb. No this is just sound, and for some reason people do not respond well to just sound. Which is fine! I like sounds! It is just, again, making me lose my mind. Not to mention, people don't tend to be very sympathetic when you go 'oH tHeRe'S a MaGnUs ArChIvE...

I love doing the most. When I write, when I sing, when I go out and especially when cook. I kind of sometimes forget this fact when I'm stuck in an undiagnosed mental illness spiral and cooking is just sort of a means of survival- yet another chore to keep a household running. It kinda takes the spark out of everything, and it's especially grueling when you're already hungry. But sometimes you have a little Moment, and you make your flatbread dough from scratch, your refried beans, your mince (this is my dinner tonight). You realize the lettuce you've been fearing for is going to come in beautifully. You Do The Most and you enjoy taking the extra time to knead where you would usually just chuck the whole thing together and call it a day.  Measuring out the spices in individual bowls. Having fun with it. A lot of this does come down to chance. To energy. To a kitchen that was already clean when you got there. But when it does come down, it is very very welcome. This was ...

Having ocs is so fun. It's like trapping yourself in a little box with a whirlpool in it, and then just swirling and swirling and swirling in your stupid, gay little thoughts. Occasionally somebody will pop their head in and you can splash some of your Stupid Water their way and have a grand old time talking about it. Mostly, however, you will be trapped in there by yourself and then go mad for a million years. Anyways, my blog, I can talk into the void about this forever. you, dear reader I have three W.I.P.s at the moment, and they get progressively more niche as they go on. Firstly, my first OCs after years of writing fanfic, is for a project I've titled Without Gentleness for now. It follows a King named Godfrey, his best friend and chamberlain(i think? her role keeps changing) Bartholomea, and Godfrey's nemesis/crush, Wolfgrim. It's essentially a slice of life romance about Wolfgrim's ongoing attempts to assassinate his King, and Godfrey's undying devotion...

Incredibly annoyed about missing a post yesterday. A devil took hold of me and I spent most of the day sleeping, and by the time I came around I was still exhausted.  I had more in depth posting plans for today too, but it feels more like a fanfiction and chill out kind of vibe. I fell out of bed this morning and almost immediately walked to the store, so it might also be a productive one, the Lord willing. I think I'm mostly just stuck in a slight limbo. My father is coming end of this month and then hopefully things should pick up. That, or I miraculously find myself employed soon. On top of all this my hair is bad. Weh.

I deeply underestimated how tired I would be after all this. It's a good tired though- energy expended rather than wasted. Per the previous post, today our friend arrived to pick us up and ferry us into town for an excursion to the Iziko South African Museum , a place me and my sibling have been going to since childhood. We haven't been back in a while and have been near electric to revisit it, along with the Company Gardens that surround it. So naturally once we sorted out the fuckery that was parking we immediately took a turn in the National Library of South Africa . Spontaneous, certainly, but worth it. At least for architecture, as most of the Library isn't open to casual visitors and checking in through security took longer than the tour. And, perhaps, I definitely think we went in the wrong way? Once inside, however, it hardly matters, the central hall is massive and as soon as you pass into it the most amazing hush descends on you, a pressure of history and contemp...

This is essentially me glorifying my inventory because I absolutely will forget to equip it. For you see tomorrow (plans willing) me and the house + friend troop to the Iziko South African Museum (the one by the Company's Garden ) for a day of being massive fucking nerds. Last time we went I entirely forgot to bring my glasses, so now I have been seized by anxiety's quieter cousin. And seeing as I have nothing else to write of today, let's have a silly one. Items as follow: Glasses  bog standard. helps me see the plaques and the squirrels. Jewellery  a recent development, but now i feel naked without it. besides, good to fidget with. Binoculars  gifted to me on my birthday. in case we do take a turn about the Gardens, or if the fossils are particularly high up. Birding Book  just in case. Notebook + Pen  old ass notebook and pen i got for christmas. i'm gonna miss this thing when it kicks the bucket. I.D.  locals get in cheaper hehe. you are not getting a ...

I'm in the process of reading through some Lovecraft stories I've neglected to take up throughout the years. This was supposed to be the subject for today's post, but I started far too late and swiftly realized it was going to warrant a bit more brainpower than could be harnessed in 2-3 hours. Today was another strange haze of half-productivity, rendered at least pleasant by the mere fact that it was significantly colder than the last. One of my neighbours did emerge to scream in the street for about twenty minutes, which was alarming, but else the day passed without incident.  The rest of the Monday is going to pass in this fashion. Reading, some writing if lucky, Minecraft with the boys and then Cadfael to close the evening. If I'm lucky I'll clean my room, and it's pretty gross in there so I do think I will. two little dishtowels napping <3 (they are fully enclosed)