Using plot to explain explaining abilities...clever

This is an outrage. They took Parks & Rec off Netflix.

I just learned they’re making a Tom & Jerry movie and had to tell someone, cause...I’m at a loss

Thank goodness. Postponed deadlines are the besttt

Browsing old app drafts and found—

Nicknames: Failure

with nothing else

Wasn’t expecting the pickle thing to get any attention, but I’m not at all disappointed it did.

Thank ye for the pickle content, all

whAT is with this guy and pickles

yesSSS Knife of Never Letting Go trailer is out. Been waiting so long to see how they’d handle That

Put the Vietnamese spam post through google translate out of curiosity. Turns out it's instructions for betting on football

Someone's working on construction stuff outside my house and playing music really loudly. Which sounds annoying, but their music tastes are, surprisingly, from what I can hear, not a huge departure from my own

Update: the 50-something looking bearded guy is now playing A Whole New World and I am delighted

me: oh such-and-such has another book
also me: wait I knew about this, why haven’t I read it yet
library: doesn’t have it
me: oh that’s why

Just finished two books back to back. Both are from The Dandelion Dynasty trilogy, last of which is sadly not out yet. Some figures of speech that I really enjoyed...


The Grace of Kings by Ken Liu

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Gone was the handsome, arrogant, fearless man who had made ten thousand wives into widows and forged the crowns of the Seven States into one. His body had been usurped by an old man, consumed by fear of death.

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Men and women were the zyndari letters and punctuation marks of this grand epic that the gods composed on the fly, changing their fickle minds from one moment to the next... Just as the wax clumps that refused to be shaped properly would be scraped away by the writer, to be replaced by new, pliant wax, so would men who resisted the fates be swept away, to be replaced by those sensitive to the shifts of fortune.

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She wore the title of princess like a sentimental cloak, too shabby to keep her warm, but too dear to shed.

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It was men like him who had made her into a symbol, had put her into this impossible position. But, in a way, that made the task easy. She knew exactly what to say or do, and she even enjoyed the challenge of playing the role of his ideal: She was worthy only insofar as she oriented herself to men, like a sunflower adoring the sun.

The Wall of Storms, naturally also by Ken Liu

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It was as impossible to recall the words of her mother accurately as it was to hold on to the sand slipping between the fingers of a squeezing fist. But the hearts of the tales remained, and the scent of home lingered in those memories. They were the landscape of her childhood dreams, the shores of her first narratives.

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After a man had been drenched by one wave of grief, sometimes he was numb to far greater waves.

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“The Islands of Dara shelter the Tan Adü now like lips shielding teeth from a wintry blast. But if the lips are gone, will the teeth not feel the chill?”

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“The ocean in the north was a pale blue canvas upon which were inscribed a masterpiece of complex patterns: long, flowing arcs like the tentacles of the octopus; intricate curlicues like the swirl of the nautilus; bold, thick strokes of starburst passion that demonstrates the brush painter’s skill and soul. The canvas was tinctures in deep aquamarine and pastel periwinkle, purplish black and sun-pale white—it was a painting the likes of which I had never seen, an abstract seascape drawn by the gods.”