progress of pauline @pauline@myna.social

Maybe I should have clarified that genus Carcharodon was the pivot point for the awful joke, sorry fediverse

It’s not that I mind constantly mistyping VARCHAR as CARCHAR, I just wish my brain wouldn’t jump in every time with a pun around “byte.”

Gilla Band killing it in Berkeley last night. It was a pretty male crowd (because Noise Rock is Serious?) but a respectful one; once the good-sized mosh pit got started, a group of small women near me took turns going in, got bounced around for a minute, came out wobbly and giddy.

They didn’t do their breakout hit titled after my deadname but it all pleases without concepts.

Openers Pure Adult did some good work too. Haven’t had this much fun of this sort since Namba Bears in Osaka.

selfie with floral attributes

Zoomer alert: cafe staff at the Salesforce transit center just killed "Flashdance... What a Feeling" in favor of "My Heart Will Go On" and are amusing themselves with a tuneless sing-along

I start every morning at the mirror putting on face serum while doing arpeggio lip trill exercises, at which point cartoon bluebirds fly in through the window with my brow tweezers

Epitaph came in a dream: I WAS A DIN AND I DIED

@AngryTransLady The real fun ones are when, for some reason, a scan of court order doesn't cut it and they want to see a certified copy of the document, which, at least where I am, costs $40 a pop plus an hour's drive out to the county seat, unless you want to wait 6-8 weeks for them to get through their mail order backlog.

Seriously, fuck the bullshit around name changes.

@rooster Oh very cute! I remember sitting next to @nicole on that same bench last year… we were not, at the time, nearly as confident as you are there.

@oulipien I didn’t know about this!

Today risks being a bothersome day but a) all the magnolias are flowering; b) new shoes!

(the website called them “tan” but obviously it should have said “rust” and I love them)

The London Review of Books writeup for this went and spoiled the ending, and even if it’s not much of a surprise I’m annoyed with myself for not having known better than to read it, and to find that it actually does change the reading experience.

I guess the rationale was “why does it matter, it’s a long modernist novel where nothing happens,” but it’s not, it’s a long modernist novel where like two things happen, and dude, you can’t just yank the curtain.

Brazenly characterize a shopping trip on the e-bike as “put some paneer in my panniers”

@kelidanovus @Impossible_PhD @terrafiedkestrel @dani_tseng @Jamie Did you find the answer???

“‘Wet leg’ is a term that inhabitants of the Isle of Wight, where Teasdale and Chambers grew up, apply to day-trippers and holiday-makers who ferry across the five miles from Southampton, on England’s southern coast. (‘D.F.L.,’ short for ‘down from London,’ and ‘overners,’ from ‘over the water,’ are others.)”

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/01/23/the-women-of-wet-leg

"from time import sleep" has not become any less mystical in all the years I've been typing it.

@piratescarlett I'm interested in this Tokyo reading list she did for the NYT - some known quantities, some very much not, at least to me.

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/01/04/books/books-tokyo-japan.html

I think this one is a good pairing with Amia Srinivasan’s The Right to Sex on the constructedness of desire (for any of us who get perplexed around how desire gets constructed).