nicole @nicole@myna.social

Visited Super Nintendo Land when I was in Ōsaka. Last time I was there, it was under construction; you could see some of these props from our hotel window, under tarps in a parking lot.

The Mario Kart ride was utter trash. The weird pizza hand pie my friend had waiting for me when I emerged from the restroom, however, was delish.

Oh dear. Poor Things has confounded me. I love the dressing; I love the performances; I love the humor; I love so much of the message, and yet … I didn’t really care for it at all. 🙃

When I saw my mother last week, she tried to gift me a haggle of purses. They were all very nice, and very black, white, brown, and gray.

“You don’t like them, do you?”
“What gives you that idea?”
“Your coat.”

Moms!

@dskuza miss u 2

Yes’m.

@jonathankoren even contextless, I’m here for the intercom dramatics. 🍿🫢

Whenever I come to SF for a doctors’ appointment or work I take the ferry home. Along the way, I stop in at the wine bar in the ferry building for a glass or two.

I’m probably not going to do either of those things again after today’s check-in (there must be better wine bars closer to my new home), so this is my parting toast. 😘

Okay, revision FFS scheduled for July.

Minor stuff: there’s a mystery dent in my forehead and my lip lift is a little off target.

DB is being a swell perfectionist and waiving the forehead work. 🥰

@cederbs sometimes, I look at everything I’ve managed since burning out and boggle at the possibility of what could be accomplished if we were all allowed to take better care of ourselves. 😂

@Alexis strongly agree that the connection to SC detracts from the experience. I kept wondering what I’d missed in SC that was relevant here, but … there’s nothing there.

But, wow, I’ve never seen the performative aspect of identity laid so bare. Been trying to drag @pauline through this one for a year now.

Going to miss this midget.

@Natasha_Jay ❤️❤️❤️

Third week back from Japan and I still don’t feel like I’m actually back.

Stepping back into my shoes at work has been particularly challenging: I lost my design and research partners, without who I can’t even tell all the different shoes apart.

A company reorg, role-reduction, depression, and the decision to seperate and divorce might also be angular momentum on the surreality dial.

The clocks must be at room temperature; they spread easily enough under the butter knife.

Nomnom gnomon.

The Barbie-themed Oscars celebration where Barbie hardly won anything at all was the most-Ken thing I’ve seen this year.

@pauline has occasionally said that there’s a lot of my mother in me. I want to bristle at that: my mother was not—by any means or metric—a good mother. But she does make more sense to me post-transition than she ever did before.

And, I think, I do to her too.

Saw my mother for the first time in 4 years yesterday; last time we met, I had a different name.

She’s living in a cottage behind a couple’s house in Atherton. It is, in keeping with her talents, a most-impeccably decorated abode: museum-quality miniature living; an art project in filling space.

I’ve inherited some of her talent; we crawled around on the floor with tape measures, discussing the prospective presence of a new coffee table—how the light will affect it over the course of a day.

@jonathankoren just blind luck and video palette color compression. 😇

I think the trick is just to burn it all; most of it is his stuff anyway.