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Let's Play: chee rabbits β€” Week 36; 2023

it is so humid! i'm so wet!

I didn't get any sleep last night, had one of those long nights of solace, long dark teatimes of the soul. I've taken up a fitness regime and given up alcohol. I'll be counting calories for the first time since that was an eating disorder. Good times, good times. Was meant to be meeting someone tonight, but I've been the biggest flake since I got back from Portugal. So many unanswered e-mails, so many unattended events.

There's another tomorrow.

You know, it being 9/11 tomorrow means my lease expired today. I no longer have a lease. What fun.

An out of the blue e-mail from a stranger on the subject of the 1996 PF Magic alien pet simulator Oddballz arrived in my inbox. I stumbled across a video made 17 years ago by somebody who is in their mid 30s now, and it made me laugh so much that I tracked them down on LinkedIn to say thank you. They said it made their day. Keanu Reeves is DMing me on Instagram. He wants to know where I live, and to thank me for being a fan. He keeps calling me "Rabbits". According to a website about scams this means I've fallen into the category of "unwitting older women".

In my previous post I referenced the maize incident. My notes for today's post instruct me to write the maize incident. I'm not ready, it's still too near. There's another note here that says "desperate to be told i have moxie". Yet another says "i will die by gunshot woundβ€”self inflicted"

Today I tidied my apartment and threw away old things in the kitchen and cleared the living area and set up VR and played Beat Saber which is a lot of fun. A rhythm game. A whole body workout. Dance around and hit stuff in time with music.

There are a bunch of studies about why the people of hot countries tend to eat spicier food. They all either come to no conclusion or try on some silly Darwinian explanation. I think it's more straightforward. It's natural to balance your insides with your outsides. That's why it's good to eat hot food in the heat and drink iced coffee in the winter.

It's interesting, though, that the places on earth where the angle of the sun makes people most vitamin D are the natural home of peppercorns and chili peppers. Joyful equatorial life pushes into the earth and comes out spicy. It's very pokΓ©mon.

Most of my hair is gone. It was bothering me, the way it looked at the back, so I chopped most of it off with the kitchen scissors. I miss my hair now, it took a long time for it to grow. I don't regret it, but I miss it.

I've been reading the final tweets by dead celebrities. Gene Wilder "had a fruit salad as a mid-morning snack" and never came back. "What the crap is a sharknado?" asked Cory Monteith, "Oh. It's a SHARK TORNADO." He died the next day of a drug overdose. "oinka oinka oinka why are you awake" said Amy Winehouse.

OK, it's time for me to continue dancing in the dark.

Thanks. Sorry. Thanks.

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m,m,m,;

a hoarding with a bunch of posters saying no pride without trans pride

the time is now the world will change the love we have is here to stay i don’t care what you know now you know i have skillsthe time is now the world will change the life we have is here to stay

https://youtube.com/watch?v=Nm1ZuPvqHiI

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2023.w_35

Whoops, completely forgot it was a Sunday.

I've got memories and I can't wash them off, all over me, smell them on my skin.

Had a strange pair of interactions on Thursday when I was on my trip to the Quick Shopping to return my faulty TP-7 to the Swedes. Dude walks up to me at the pelican crossing, meal-deal-sized bottle of wine in his hand, nearly empty. Says hello. He's early thirties, scruffy looking. Oversized green parka, grey pants.

"Hello," he says, "smoking a cigarette?"

My earbuds are in, can't hear him properly, just "*muffle muffle* cigarette?" think maybe he wants one, I pause the sound. "Pardon?"

"Smoking a cigarette?"

"Yeah"

"First one?"

"Like... ever?"

He laughs. "Nah, this morning."

"Oh yeah! yes."

Now, with some bravado in his stance and in the tone of his voice he declares: "Not me. I'm on my third."

A woman scurries up with a dog in tow.

She says β€œI hope he wasn’t rude to you, was he?”

I hesitate, "um... no. Not rude. Not sure... what he was ...to me"

She looks me up and down, "I like it when people are ... ... individuals."

She pauses for a while before adding "I hate people like that." She gestures towards the fellow who's now a fair clip down the footpath on the other side. The light turns green. I tell her "he was quite friendly I think" and I wave at the little dog. Suddenly raising her voice as we cross together she says "I mean...! Look at me! I'm wearing red trousers and green earrings."

I smile, I look at her, her earrings are ultramarine blue.


There's nothing else really to report. I haven't left the house otherwise. Haven't been in the kitchen since the maggots-in-the-masa-harina incident. Spent most of the week installing and reinstalling Linux and Windows on my PC.

Anyone know of any synchronous MUD software? Like for running synchronous text-based group adventures. Perhaps with persistent characters and history? I guess any MUD software could be used for the purpose.

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week thirty four of twenty twenty three

histamines like these and their polliniferous allies constitute an axis of evil, arming to threaten the peace of the rabbit

quite a mild week. dropped some snaps off at snappy snaps. slept in the office. got drunk with some work people, hung out with a friend i've only known on-line before.

pitching a sequel to the gene wilder willy wonka movie called "Willy" starring Walton Goggins as Willy.

FADE IN:

EXT. LONDON CITY STREET -- NIGHT

Willy, destitute, haggard, leaning against a wall, checks
his cigarettes. There are none left.

He throws the empty pack on the pavement and pushes himself
up off the floor.


INT. LONDON CORNER SHOP -- NIGHT

Willy scratches some dirt out from under his nails while
he's second in line.

                          SHOPPER
             Alright have a good one, darling.

The shopper leaves and the shopkeep turns his attention to
Willy.

                          SHOPKEEP
             Well?

                          WILLY
             The litre of Four Roses Select and
             a pack of Marlboro Reds.

The shopkeep grabs the items off the shelf while speaking, not
looking back.

                          SHOPKEEP
             That everything?

                          WILLY
             Yep.
                  (pause)
             Nope.
                  (pause)


Willy grabs a Wonka bar from the point-of-sale. and throws it on
the counter...

                          WILLY (CONT'D)
             Yep.

The shopkeep scans the whiskey and cigarettes and Wonka bar.

                          SHOPKEEP
             Ahh. Wonka bars. So much better
             since they changed the recipe.

Outside Willy lights a ciggie, takes a bite of the bar and he makes a facial expression... we can't tell if he hates it or he's loves it and he's furious about it. He throws the rest of the bar away. He cracks open his bourbon.

Later there's a scene that's in an encampment, like one of those San Francisco homeless encampments but it's in London. All lit dark and orange light. And it's inhabited entirely by Oompa-Loompas who've been replaced by automation. They're all pretty young (Oompa-Loompas only live until they're about 30, and have kids around 10-12 years old) nobody recognizes Willy except for one old Oompa-Loompa who cranes around slowly "...Wonka?"

Of course, Willy doesn't know his name. But the old Oompa-Loompa looks him in the eyes and can see he now knows what it's like to be treated like you're worth nothing. Sometime around here maybe you learn that Willy can't use his surname because it's trademark and copyright of the Wonka corporation. The old Oompa-Loompa lets him know he can stay, but he has to pull his weight. If you want to eat, you cook for others, etc. Each according to his ability, to each according to his needs kind of lesson. Anyway it's an absolute banger of a movie if anyone knows Walt Goggins and any of the Warner Brothers and could get this in front of them.

I was meant to go and see some friends at the weekend, but instead I napped for a thousand hours and played Cyberpunk 2077 while listening to the new Blockback. I'm going to continue doing that now. Thanks.

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Week 33; 2022

Did a couple days work, took a holiday Wednesday for a mall trip with Dani. Dani got a great new jacket. We got some tacos. On the roof of the Stratford Centre we watched Everything Everywhere All At Once.

photo of sunset from rooftop. cinema screen in center of photo. chairs block off the lower half of the photo. the sky is pink and purple, gold and grey.

My neck started getting stiff and painful again on the way home. Tired, I ordered a cab. Driver told me it might be because of the very weird weather, weird pollen. Does the same to him. No, not right now. But he took a tablet this morning, takes it every morning, yeah.

Maybe it is the pollen. What are the similarities between those days with the incredible neck pain? Spent the whole day out. Ate poorly. Watched a movie with someone cooler than me. Could be pollen. Could be blood sugar. Could be an allergy to watching movies with somebody cooler than me. My throat's so sore the next couple days I had to take off work. A tiny little hole, can't swallow properly, hurt to breathe. Anyway, you don't want to listen to me complaining.

I have a crush on Timothy Olyphant. It's out of hand.

Started feeling better on Saturday night, late. Cleaned the apartment a bit. Couldn't sleep. Other stuff happened this week. I've quite a lot of notes too. Not feeling them, though. This will have to do. With all this excitement I do feel as though I'm getting the vapours. What is a timebank?

Sweet dreams.