IN 150 CHARACTERS OR LESS - Nikita Gill

Dad and I visited a wood store.  The real sort.  Because after much research I had figured out that the loom needed 5/4 rift sawn white oak for treadles.  And the guy who answered the phone commented, “Oh yeah, we’ve a whole pallet of it out in the warehouse.  You can come and pick your piece.  You pay by the board foot, and we’ll cut it to length but you’ll have to rip it to width yourself.  Any cabinet maker in town will do that though, for a fee.”

Thus reassured, we went to the wood store. 

And as described, we found a whole pallet in the warehouse.  And a helpful store worker who found a helpful forklift driver to get the 5/4 sized lumber off its storage spot up in the sky.  He stuck around while Dad and I went through the pallet, plunking the treadle onto the boards and debating the logistics of it all. 

The worker smiled and said, “So this is the last survivor?” 

“Pretty much.”  One of the last two.  The other four are long gone, lost when the loom was first modified.  Or lost when helpful “clean ups” happened after the death of the previous owner of the loom.  But definitely lost beyond my ability to retrieve.  At least I can make the new treadles a little longer for my shorter legs.  “I’ll need to make four more.” 

He nodded, not knowing anything of looms except the debate in front of him.  I think he must see a lot of people come in with random repair projects, though.  “We can cut the pieces you want to length.” 

today at work a little girl WHIPPED a packaged cookie at me with all her little toddler strength before it fell to the ground where it broke into several pieces and when i handed it back to her i said "I think you dropped this ma'am" which really tickled her mother who looked exhausted and stressed. but then the girl starting having an absolute tantrum, demanding another cookie, because that one was now broken. and her mother, so so calmly, said "well baby, today you learn about consequences" and that shit fucking ROCKED my world

I'm gonna use blaze to force people to look at my cat, because she is adorable.

Her name is Hestia.

the asexual double edged sword is that a lot of people, particularly queer discoursers(tm) online, are really really rancid about ace people who have sex, I mean like stunningly awful, so naturally sex favorable/indifferent asexuals will be very keen on making sure that they aren't erased within their own community and that people at large know they exist. at the same time, people are also Very Bad about ace people who don't have sex, and sex averse/repulsed asexuals face a lot of pressure both on societal and interpersonal scales to submit to sex that they don't want, and so naturally it'll really rub them the wrong way to constantly have "but don't worry, ace people can still conform to the societal expectation!" appended to their PSAs about their experiences of asexuality. and so everyone's just kinda upset and annoyed all the time when instead it should be peace and love on planet ace.

By Katrin Vates

you know what. I think I should be allowed to temporarily turn into a seal and go swimming around in the ocean for a while. just submit a little note to work that says "sorry, I need to take some sick time, I am becoming a seal" and leave for a week

nobody asked but its very funny that this is the top post of all time in the adhd women subreddit

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