I Made A Pillbug Out Of Sticks At The Park

not right now babe im busy thinking about how ill die before learning all the languages i want to learn and reading all the books i want to read and consuming all the media i want to consume and going all the places i want to go and meeting all the people i want to meet and loving all the things i want and am meant to love, but maybe that forces me to enjoy the fleeting time i have left in a manner that would've been otherwise impossible had i had all the time in the world to get my fill of knowledge, love and everything in between

do you ever look at an elderly person and see the wrinkles on their face and realize they’ve survived every hardship life has thrown at them. it is such a triumph to grow old.

i can't fucking shut up about the man that people are starting to call "The Claims Adjuster" because he not only shot that evil fucker but:

wrote deny defend depose on the bullets in sharpie

deliberately left behind a backpack in central park full of fucking monopoly money

and the cherry on top (so far) is that he potentially used a gun that was designed for veterinarians to put down sick animals

its art, its amazing, this is the best thing thats happened in like 10 years and he is my hero. Everything has felt so bleak and this is like a ray of light shining through the dark clouds into my soul

may they never catch him, and may we never find out who he was

Cats getting caught doing crimes

Safe deposit lockers manufactured during 1840. One of the engineering marvel of our ancestors. Great !

name the song in 5 seconds competition but it’s all the ink spots

MLB has been rubbing secret, special mud on all the baseballs for the last 80 years to give them good grip and they just figured out why it works so well.

One guy collects the special mud from his family's fishing hole. This is the most baseball thing in the world.

not dead yet

the way i enjoy baseball isn't that unusual in the age of short attention spans i guess, but i rarely think about a game as a holistic nine innings. i love the individual moments, like wow! vientos got a grand slam, or awww! i get to hear "my girl" again as lindor comes up. even something like, great job! you struck out ohtani, i'm into that. it's why it never bothered me whether the mets won or lost. (there's probably someone out there calling it a "coping strategy").

all of my favourite parts about baseball that tie these moments together, like warm days at the ballpark or GKR on the call, are not available right now. the commentators on fox are, to be generous, jackasses, it's october in new york so it's getting cold, and the ballpark isn't the relaxed experience of the regular season. even my husband, the more traditional sports fan, gets visibly (albeit temporarily) upset when things go awry.

but there's still hope in the city. i talked to some strangers mets fans on the subway yesterday, something that really only happens when the vibes are good. and while the coverage depicts hoards of folks leaving citi field early, i see my husband, my friends and neighbours who are there staying until the very end, because that's what it means to show support.

the mets aren't dead yet and i will not quit on them. i didn't quit at those games i was at when they were 0 - 5, and i won't quit now.

(i will listen to the radio coverage again tonight though because i just can not with fox anymore, i think i'd hate baseball if that was how it was all the time.)

Of all the "Answers" to the Fermi Paradox, I think the one that fills me with the most sorrow is the "Early Bird" answer. Because there is nothing we can do about it.

Our galaxy is still in one of it's earliest generations of stars that could have life bearing planets. So we just got here too fast compared to everyone else. Like a child so eager and excited to rush outside and play with the other kids of the neighborhood...only to find every other house on every street is empty.

god. wow. yeah

tragedy that i haven't seen anyone post this clip from the latest make some noise