nicole @nicole@myna.social

Somewhere around 03:00 this morning, during a particularly fretful bout of sleeplessness, I discovered Girls Aloud.

I have arrived. I spent the back half of today unboxing my new apartment. I need to buy some shelves for the pantry, a sofa, and a reading chair.

And a wine rack.

I really, really need a wine rack.

Chibi’s really here for the snoozing.

I watch anime. I’ve been watching anime since there was anime to watch. These days, I’m usually bored by it (see, watching since there was anime to watch), but I persist because every once and so often I’ll find one that grips me, and then I’ll spend an entire weekend binging (and probably crying).

Six episodes in and #frierenbeyondjourneysend is feeling like one of these. We’ll see if it holds: they have 22 more episodes to screw it up.

I won’t get to sleep there until Tuesday night: my partner’s in Dallas for the eclipse, and I’ve been sentenced to dog-sitting.

Oh, woe is me. 🥰

Moving day! I woke up at 0400 to finish packing, lost the permanent marker (found it later in my bathroom sink 🤷‍♀️), and ended up labelling the last few boxes with an eyeliner brush and some premium soy sauce.

The apartment has good bones, but needs paint, spackle, and drywall repair—it’s pretty shabby looking. But, hey, it’s my own place for the first time since my 1L year of law school (the only other time I’ve ever lived alone)!

Happy TDoV, everyone.

Everyone’s journey is different; all are challenging. Being seen for who and what you are inside, especially by yourself, requires hard labor. Along the way, you will sweat and you will cry. So too will those around you who have known and loved you the most, because the only inevitabllity of transition is change. And change is hard, regardless of which side of it you are on.

My heart to yours and to all those around you who are doing the work to see and be seen. 😘💋💋💋

Okay, so more moving talk. I was planning to not have a television or projector setup in the new apartment, partly because background streaming is a mind killer, but also because I just want to get back into the habit of reading. (And also, also: one less gizmo to distract).

But.

But.

I have a Commodore 1084 CRT in the basement … 😳

When someone sends you a photo and you immediate associate it with the palette of a promotional flyer for a 1980’s arcade game you never played.

Was recently asked by someone to print this one. It’s a 4x5 negative, so technically, I could dust off the massive LF enlarger in the basement, mix up some chemicals, and do a real print.

But my life is upside down right now, and chemistry seems a mean feat. I’ll probably have a lab do the printing for me.

If I carry forward with analogue photography after this downsizing, I’ll need to consider renting proper studio and lab space. I don’t want share living space with my hobbies anymore.

Every day where I wake up and I’m not moved to my new apartment in the city feels regressive.

I am ready to be gone.

Only, I’m not _actually_ ready, because I still have 10-20 boxes to pack and furniture to be moved to the basement staging area. 🙄

And a car to be packed with wine, keys to be obtained, art to manage, ... _things_.

😒

It's Monday; I'm bringing the pink today. 💖

Acceptable photos of me from Japan. I bought the Lesley Evers Strawberry coat for the trip. Now I own it in 3 different colors. 😂

San francisco at dusk.

Latest Pocket nightly has an experimental feature I’ve wanted for years: swipe-to-highlight. 🥰 It trades high-granularity text selection for convenience and speed.

I demoed this feature at a hackathon during my first month at #pocket _eight years ago_.

Now, it might actually ship. 😂

Okay. Fine. Time to stop stalling and go to #Rockridge. There will be tacos and Lesley Evers.