It looks like he’s trolling, but I texted him because he called first and was so piss drunk he had no idea what I was saying. Godspeed dude I hope you find Jordan
I must point out, I am an American living in Australia
I gave him another call and said listen to me. Do I really sound like Jordan. And he says yes. Yes you are absolutely Jordan. And I’m like okay. I am still not Jordan. Would Jordan pull a prank like this? I do not know Jordan. I’m sorry man. You should call max
Okay this time his dad was on the phone and was like Jordan man come on and I’m like no. Seriously. I am not Jordan. I cannot reiterate enough how not Jordan I am. And I say again, I’m American. You can hear that I am American. Is Jordan American? To my surprise, yes, Jordan is American. I’m like oh. Okay maybe I do sound like Jordan. I’m still not Jordan. Would Jordan pull a prank like this? And he says yeah absolutely. And I’m like. Oh. Okay. Well. Jordan kinda sticks to the bit huh. I’m still not Jordan. And he says are you a girl or a guy? Cuz Jordan is a girl. And I say sure, I’m a guy. And he says ah, shit. Sorry we were looking for someone else. Have a good one.
I was starting to think I might actually be Jordan for a minute there
Something I learned both from my bisexual fiancé and from being butch and bigender is that in terms of greeting transmascs with a friendly term you really cannot go wrong with “boss”. This is true of cis men as well I have noticed but as a masc queer “boss” is peak.
Nearly blocked someone for a vaguely annoying reply they made in 2017 then remembered 2017 was 9 years ago. They will live. We can change *opens their blog* nevermind they got worse. Guards
Another thing about light pollution and adjacent things is. They threatened my area with rolling blackouts last winter. Now this was of course largely because the AI datacenters are hogging all the electricity, but in the notifications about it they always specified that that residential areas would be the blacked out areas. Not offices. Not businesses. If you’re at home and freezing, well, you can just go loiter in a McDonald’s I guess. Never mind that this is extremely difficult for disabled people and often not allowed for pets.
Well, as winter turned into spring, I started biking home from work. A long, circuitous route that took me through residential areas, and past offices and businesses. Offices and businesses that were closed for the day. And yet their signs were still lit up. The lights were still on inside. There were TVs playing in empty breakrooms. All the computers in the school district offices stayed on, their monitors not even going to sleep, all night. Paused to take a break in an empty strip mall once and when I leaned against the glass of a restaurant I could hear the music still playing inside.
Like. There’s something deeply rotten about the priorities here. These places that are so flagrantly wasting electricity will never be subject to the rolling blackouts that could freeze you out of your home. Not even at night, when no one is there, when they don’t need their lights on. Their waste is prioritized over normal people’s life.
if i ever become a showrunner i will actually do the fake series finalle followed by the true ending where the popular gay ship is confirmed just so i can forever poison fandom with the idea that it can happen for real and then they will truly never let that hope go for all other subsequent shows they watch henceforth. just for the sake of making the world a worse place
Maria Skłodowska-Curie’s notebooks are crazy once you think about it. They’re so radioactive they have to be sealed in a lead box. Imagine a world where atomic theory is forgotten and a dude just goes “yea there’s a book that details the secrets of the universe, the machinations of the creation of existence down to its barest essentials, but if you get close to it you fucking die. The more you read it the more your body slowly disassembles into mush.” like wat excuse me
