I can’t wait for it to be autumn and winter again. I look damn good in coats and jumpers.

I have been in a bad, grumpy mood all day and it’s made worse by the fact it’s caused by nothing or nobody in particular. I should feel great. I should feel as happy as I did yesterday. What’s changed?

tamorapierce:

socialnetworkhell:

"Consensual sex" is just sex. To say that implies that there is such a thing as "non consensual sex", which there isn’t. That’s rape. That is what it needs to be called. There is only sex or rape. Do not teach people that rape is just another type of sex. They are two very separate events. You wouldn’t say "breathing swimming" and "non breathing swimming", you say swimming and drowning.

This is a very good point.

The gear list of what Aphex Twin used on his latest effort “SYRO”. I’m surprised so much of it is actual hardware though it does say “plug ins, various” somewhere amongst the mess. I believe the dots correspond to what equipment was used for which song. Amazing.

The gear list of what Aphex Twin used on his latest effort “SYRO”. I’m surprised so much of it is actual hardware though it does say “plug ins, various” somewhere amongst the mess. I believe the dots correspond to what equipment was used for which song. Amazing.

Far be it from me to turn this blog into a dream diary, but I love sharing them sometimes. I’m lucky to remember them, so I like to write them down as soon as possible. Basically, somebody at work asked me what I would call a certain “trope” of TV (almost like a cliché or stereotype). It was something I was familiar with but I couldn’t place it. I did some research and somehow found the physical embodiment of it. It was an actual object and I was able to present the trope in a brown paper bag. It felt cold and moist, like a plastic bottle of milk would. I never looked inside because I felt like if I did, I’d never be able to forgive myself.