Throwback Thursday is still a thing, right?
I really like this picture.
My sister–or maybe it was my BIL, I don’t know, last Thursday was a long time ago–mentioned something about a friend offering to take them to a rage room in a few weeks after things settled a bit and I pulled out my phone and said why don’t we do that tomorrow, and so we did.
Anyhow, here’s a lil video of me getting my implement of destruction stuck in a toaster and subsequently freeing it.
Going through the photos today, I find this one and chuckle. My brother asks what? I say eh, the Internet will understand.
There was a post going around the other day about the first movie you saw in a theatre. This isn’t a post about that, but it’s not not a post about that.
It’s 11:50 on a Wednesday night and I’m in Colorado. I wasn’t planning on being in Colorado today, but some days are like that.
On the flight I was staring out the window finding shapes in the clouds. A t-rex. A wizard. A bear.
That last one got me thinking about the post that was going around, which got me thinking about my answer to that post, which got me looking for another distraction.
The first movie I remember seeing in a theatre was The Bear (1988). My recollection has nothing to do with the movie, but that mom took me to see it one weekend when I was 8? 9?. The theatre hadn’t opened yet so we stood out in front of the wall of glass and doors, the first to arrive. Once inside, the ticket taker gave me a small box to give to my mom. A thin gold necklace.
0/10 morning do not recommend
Five minutes into this morning’s status call one of my co-workers messaged me “everyone seems so angry” and I replied that we all woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, but reading my dash just now, it seems that the universe is the one that got up on the wrong side of the bed and we’re all just suffering for it.
I forgot to grab my headphones when I left the house and now I’m walking around places and other people and I’m hearing everything and really, this is my own bespoke hell.
My phone decided I should be the blurry part of the portrait mode effect and I don’t entirely disagree.
This duck waddled up behind my bench to quack at me and when I twisted back and asked an exasperated what he looked around like me?
A group of kids wandering around the floor, one on a phone trying to figure out where to go, one carrying a giant bag, a third with a camera around their neck. “Hey, do you work here?” I’m one of maybe thirty people in the room and I’m at least twice as old as everyone else so, fair, I guess. “Nah” as I shake my head and point to the security guy at the door.
A half hour later, the one on the phone walks out on stage, apparently having found where they needed to go, and we all found out what was in the bag.
