nicole @nicole@myna.social

I’m one of those personalities you can just heap more and more responsibilities on, and I’ll be like, “More! More!,” even as my velocity slows.

But once you heap just one too many things, I completely fall apart, and my velocity plummets straight down to zero/overwhelmed/sobbing on the sofa.

Happy Monday, everyone!! 😭

I’m in the Mission, enjoying a post-Furiosa Wesburger.

I don’t enjoy these films so much as admire their alienness. This one epitomizes that distinction: amazement and boredom in equal measure. At moments, I was enthralled; at moments, I realized I’d been staring at my shoelaces for uninterrupted minutes while vehicles exploded above me. There was a moment I almost cried; there were entire acts where I felt numb. I was never excited, but these films weren’t made to excite someone like me.

Starting facial electrolysis in the middle of my team’s visit to SF. This means mandatory stubble and no Zoom filter to hide behind. 🙄

Arguably, this is either my fault for not starting earlier, or my fault for not starting later. Either way, it’s my fault!

I’m pretty happy with how far lasers and hormones took me, but as the other changes have compounded, having to shave, even if only every other day, just feels goofy.

But, oh boy, that upper lip line is supposed to be atomically painful 😵‍💫

Some guy just pulled over and asked me for my number. Gonna ride that feeling all week long.

The cascade of minor apartment advances: I bought a sofa and then a desk, then I hung some art, and finally I had friends over. I even baked popovers.

I need to sort out a few more things like refreshing the paint, and having cushions made for the window seats, but I’m starting to feel settled.

Or will, once I cycle out all the moving boxes that I broke down for recycling.

This is the sanguine expression of someone whose electrolysist is off taking her break. 😂

In all seriousness, I adore my electrolysist. I do’t know exactly what possessed me to take a selfie mid session, but I think it might have been because I was having fun in spite of the pain.

Been a minute since I worked straight through bedtime. Well, I guess it wasn’t entirely straight: I did take a break to buy boxed salads and visit the dispensary.

This photo isn’t quite up to snuff (it needs either a fore- or mid-plane subject) , but if I can figure out where I took it (random SF wanderings), I can start stalking it until I find what I’m looking for.

This tree asked me for a photograph.

The lady who works on my skin asked me today if I’d seen the iPad commercial. 😂

Chibi’s first SF visit was a lot. But also a success.

Watched Blue Hawaii—the Elvis Hawaii movie—last night.

Another fascinating example of cultural drift, this one rises to the level of Dadaism.

Nothing anyone does or says makes any sense. Motives and mores that don’t feel so much dated as foreign. Watch it sideways, watch it upside down, watch it any way you want: it’s barely intelligible alien quirk.

Elvis’ makeup enhances this unwordly effect by reducing his face to the specular sheen of a Toy Story character.

https://boxd.it/1Hka

More importantly: I came away. Now I’m sitting at SFO with a glass of wine and a boarding pass.

I just wrapped up a very short work week with a subset of my Pocket peeps. There’s lot of hard earth to till, and we definitely sweat for our progress, but I came away impressed and inspired by my coworkers. 🥰

Some ppl think I’m a man dressed as a woman. Surprise. I’m actually a woman dressed as a rubber duck. 🫰

Back at the house for some dog sitting this weekend and someone is protesting my plan to do laundry by nesting on it.

I miss you too, you little monster. ☺️