God My Favorite Thing About The Ancient World Though Is That They Were So Dedicated To Making Things

I hate that thing some people do where it's like. "I left my wallet on the table to see if you'd say anything" or "I wanted to see if you'd wash the car if I stopped doing it"

Cause like

I dont know about anyone else

But I am perpetually hovering three inches above the strong subconscious belief that everyone knows what they're doing at all times except me, so if you change your normal patterns and I notice, then I will assume it is an intentional choice with a thought-out plan behind it and I will avoid interfering

And if I don't notice, because I won't, because why would I, because not much bothers me and if you don't say anything to indicate you are bothered then how would I KNOW

There’s certain hobbies and interests that aren’t inherently conservative or regressive but do attract a lot of people who are those things or worse and when you’re a progressive person involved in those hobbies hearing that someone else is interested in your hobby usually has to involve some “But are you normal about it?” conversations before you get too excited

Bad RPG idea:

Players play a round or two of exquisite corpse. Everyone has to pick one of the drawings. That’s their character now.

Megalopolis (2024)

The 18th (?!?!?) annual Project for Awesome starts today at noon eastern time, but we've already raised over $500,000 for charities like Save the Children and Partners in Health.

You can get some amazing perks this year, including the first few chapters of my next book, the annual podcast I make with Sarah where we read emails we wrote each other before we started dating, and lots more. Check it all out at http://projectforawesome.com/donate.

as a woman with elevated testosterone (pcos) who uses steroids (asthma inhalers) i must say i am feeling very cheated in the athletic prowess department. when is my dangerous masculine olympic level strength and speed supposed to kick in. do i need to go to professor x

Also thinking about how at my first day of public school my mom packed me a boiled egg because I was in my boiled egg phase (ate one boiled egg a day for like four months) and she forgot which eggs were boiled and which were not. So when I opened my lunch the first day of school it was covered in egg. And I started crying and the aide for the autistic kid in class had to take me to the lunch line and buy me a lunch that was not a raw egg. And I was very dismayed because public school was already ruining my routine and now I didn’t even get my daily egg. And the aide was very nice and gave me tater tots which were not an egg but it was exciting to buy lunch.

the first three words you see will describe your 2024 🥰