Love when The Doctor gives one of their little "humanity is a fucking nightmare why are you people like this" speeches because like. My sibling in space you CHOSE to hang out with us.
Currently in my Flavoured Coffee & Audiobooks* Era
*because my kid has decided to wake up at an ungodly hour every single day; the flavoured caffeine tricks my brain into believing I'm happy to be up before the sun and the audiobook keeps me from being alone with my thoughts for any amount of time.
I simply cannot stop daydreaming about the ✨book dragons✨ idea, so here's one more -
A huge, graceful, majestic beast of a dragon claiming the Library of Congress as her own lair. She's gentle, kind, wise and becomes something of an attraction herself.
Many a researcher claims, with just one look at them, she knows just the material they needed to progress with their work; her magic allegedly works not just with the physical books, but with online publications and studies, too.
She's now mentioned in quite a few academic publications' Acknowledgements section as
A scrapy little dragon choosing to bond with an avid reader of a human, and quickly turning the latter's many, many books into their ✨own hoard✨
Now, the only way said human can read any of their own books is nestled in the couch with their little dragon buddy curled around their neck, the little dragon head resting on their shoulder.
The little dragon's indignant hisses every time the human takes a tad too long to turn the page is a little pesky, but the company more than makes up for it.
Having written proof so someone else might hold me accountable may be the only way I stick with my goals/resolutions, so here goes.
1. I will take my bookstagram/bookthreads seriously and maintain a consistent posting schedule
2. I will finish and publish at least one WIP
3. I will learn to sew and make my own outfits
4. I will learn to cook the traditional dishes I grew up eating (that I don't anymore because they're time-consuming to prep)
5. I'll finally get comfortable with (and eventually, adept at) driving a car
6. I'll sort through the 637849494 photos I take of my kid every time I put him in a new outfit and delete the ones that aren't good enough NO LATER THAN THE END OF THE SAME DAY
7. I will take my skincare & haircare routine seriously
8. I will not buy anymore stationery until I've used the stuff I've already bought
9. I will stop obsessing over my weight and focus on overall wellness instead
10. I'll practice mindfulness/breathwork/meditation daily, no matter for how small an amount of time
There. Now that it's out in the wild for everyone to see, maybe I'll stick to it this coming year.
For someone who's functioning on a sleep deficit, default parent-ing a 7 m.o. who's just starting solids, and playing catch-up with a daunting list of chores,
I mean, sure, I like the idea of a traditional wake-up-before-sunrise-take-an-oil-bath-get-dolled-up-eat-a-shitton-of-sweets-before-heading-out-to-a-movie Deepavali, but I like the my-kid-not-going-apeshit-crazy-all-through-the-day-all-because-his-sleep-cycle-was-interrupted-ever-so-slightly concept a LOT more.
I adore this recent trend (if that’s the right word) of letting an orchestra play classical music on a festival. It’s magical to see thousands of festival-goers going absolutely wild on Beethoven. Mosh/circlepits, crowd surfing. It’s wonderful to see the orchestra and the audience having the time of their lives.
Postpartum doesn't make the new mom 'mean' and 'snappy'; the raging hormone storm and sleeplessness together strip her of the thought-to-speech filter she has had running 24/7 before.
For instance, my dearest, kind, mild-mannered friend, who'd welcomed her first child recently, referred to her married-for-love, highschool-sweetheart, tech geek, software engineer husband a "very poorly trained Artificial Super Intelligence".
I LOL-d and told her PP does make you think that.
Without missing a beat, she goes, "oh, no. No, honey, I've always thought that. I've always known that. I just don't feel the urge to be nice about it right now."
"Sorry, my previous inquiry wasn't clear", I apologize,
"Thank you, you've been of great help!" I praise,
in my conversations with ChatGPT.
It's totally only because Momma and Paapa raised a well-mannered young woman and definitely not because I wanna be in our future AI Overlords' good books.
Is it just me or do children's toys have a spooky, horror story-esque vibe to them?
Every squeak, every rattle, every glassy-eyed stare is infinitely more menacing when I'm the one putting them away once my kid's in bed, the sun is down and the house is quiet.
Maybe it was Chucky, maybe it was Toy Story, but kids' toys- especially the ones with painted-on eyes or squeakers- give me the creeps.