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THE FINAL PROBLEM - part 6 of many - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5.
A short update, however it is CHRISTMAS and you have all been nice this year and deserve homoerotic cigarette activity some art :)
There's a reference to this conversation from earlier.
also I would be remiss not to credit @haedraulics for inspiring a specific visual in this, check out his Holmes art!
This is in the Watson's Sketchbook series!
#file under:#the moooooost self indulgent drawings so far#drawn on a plane and complimented by the old lady sitting next to me c:#watsons sketchbook#sherlock holmes#acd holmes#john watson#my art
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"In a disembodied time, [the Church] is resolutely concrete: the splash of holy water, the smear of oil, the pinch of exorcising salt, the smell of incense, the quiet voice of absolution in your ear, the gentle slap of confirmation, Blaise’s candles on your throat, the laying on—or grasp—of hands, the gentle ache of the knees at consecration, the weird, withered relic of a saint, and, of course, the taste of bread and wine that are, mysteriously, His flesh and blood—suffering embraced and given loving meaning. This revolution will not be digitized. Yet unlike the pagan pinch of incense, this materiality does not point to things sufficient unto themselves, but rather to the resurrection of a body mysteriously spiritualized, a hypostatic union that is the heavenly inversion of our slothful abstraction."
— Jeffrey Pojanowski: "Being There: Pope Francis’s Death and the Future of the Catholic Church"
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#file under:#threesomes I’d pay for#good cop bad cop situations#the limit does not exist#feminism intact#no I’m not dna testing the baby they’re both the dad#diego luna#walton goggins#wiego loggins?
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(listening to ghostly disembodied footsteps cross the floors of my haunted house): i keep hearing footsteps but there’s no one here. how interesting i wonder what could be causing that. maybe i am filling in a non patterned sound with a familiar pattern so instinctively that i am unaware of the process. obviously it’s not the soul of a dead human being pacing the room she died in because that would be a spirit and what on earth would spirits need footsteps for?
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Tripped and fell into my old backups of screenshots and forum signature images and suchlike from back when I was playing EQ1 (for about a decade or so). Looked it up to see if it still exists; not only does it still exist, but it's now FTP, celebrating it's 25th anniversary, and my account logins appear to still be usable.
I find myself downloading and installing it; no desire to actually play it, but I'm curious if I can log on to one of my old characters and run around to see what Norrath looks like a decade+ since I was last in-game.

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im gonna vomit
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©️ Ed Finnell, 1973
#file under:#images that made me involuntarily produce some kind of happy surprised desperate little sound#Neil Young
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"The Church will always be a hopeful sign of contradiction, though what it corrects will vary with the errors of the age. The pagan world the Apostles confronted was one of suffocating immanence: an eternal universe of cyclical time, the heavens a ceiling, one’s station one’s fate—with most stations leaving their holders vulnerable to the whims of capricious gods or, more likely, of men who acted like those pitiless deities. The Gospel was truly good news: the cosmos had a beginning and an end (in two senses of “end”), that heavy sky would be torn like a curtain, and our ultimate station was to be united, should we so choose, with a God who made us in His image and was love Himself. Given the dark, stuffy stasis of the pagan dispensation, it was not surprising and perhaps altogether fitting that the Holy Spirit came as fire and wind. Nor, given the oppressive concreteness of the previous metaphysical regime, was it surprising that the countervailing temptation would be toward an all-spiritualizing Gnosticism.
Our current age, by contrast, flees concreteness of any kind. It is by now a cliché to bemoan the fact that most of us live in a world of distracted virtuality, but that does not make it any less true or urgent. Antón Barba-Kay’s bracing book, A Web of Our Own Making, explores how digital culture is changing, indeed rewiring, our very understanding of ourselves and our world. We reckon ourselves in terms of what is digitally quantifiable (and commodifiable), and we spiral toward a frictionless existence of distraction and distance from others—a world of avatars engaged in mimetic rivalry with other avatars, not a community of persons. When we unlock our phones, the eyes we are most likely to look into are our own. In this world acedia is not just one vice among others, but the way of life. This arrangement combines both unhappy dispensations discussed above: the suffocating immanence of the pagan cosmos with the abstracted angelism of the Gnostic. We are disembodied, capricious sublunar gods, fleeing death by living an infinite doomscroll.
We are not made to be this way, so of course we are unhappy. Nor can we lifehack our way out of this discontent; seeking out an app for that only reinforces those imprisoning structures. The Church, as it always manages to do, can name, speak to, and cure this current ailment. In a disembodied time, it is resolutely concrete: the splash of holy water, the smear of oil, the pinch of exorcising salt, the smell of incense, the quiet voice of absolution in your ear, the gentle slap of confirmation, Blaise’s candles on your throat, the laying on—or grasp—of hands, the gentle ache of the knees at consecration, the weird, withered relic of a saint, and, of course, the taste of bread and wine that are, mysteriously, His flesh and blood—suffering embraced and given loving meaning. This revolution will not be digitized. Yet unlike the pagan pinch of incense, this materiality does not point to things sufficient unto themselves, but rather to the resurrection of a body mysteriously spiritualized, a hypostatic union that is the heavenly inversion of our slothful abstraction."
— Jeffrey Pojanowski: "Being There: Pope Francis’s Death and the Future of the Catholic Church"
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PSA.
I don't fuck with people who go out of their way to shit on things other people like, enjoy, or nerd out about.
So if you don't like what I post? Either just scroll on by, or unfollow me. I don't need to hear about how much you dislike it. I post for me, not you.
Take what you like, leave the rest.
Or... Just leave.
Ta.
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Waitaminute, THIS is based on a video game?
H O W ?!?

I don’t remember the last time I yelled at”WTF!?” this much at my TV.
Episode 2. I think I’m kinda hooked. Gahtdammit.
(Favorite character so far? You kidding? DOGMEAT.)
ADDENDUM: After sleeping on it, and yes only seeing 2 episodes, what I want to know is:
Where are the Black Women?
(TWD: The Ones Who Live has spoiled me. Also, Star Trek: Discovery, which I’ve been watching.)
I’m thinking I might be giving Fallout one more episode.
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the whole week since my dad died this clip from what’s eating gilbert grape keeps playing in my head
#idk what to tag this as#file under:#dead dad stuff#is it too soon to be making jokes about this???#tbf i haven’t actually comprehended it#fucked up humor
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Things that make me feel old: having to explain the existence of photo negatives to my 20-something nephew. He had zero knowledge of what they were, why they existed, what their use was...
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also: what's the last hospitable place in most communities that people who don't have anywhere else safe to be during the day can access without spending money? the fucking library, which is primarily designed for reading books.
I know we always have to emphasize for people that the library isn't ONLY for books, and they offer all kinds of computer services, job search assistance, help applying for other local services, childcare and educational events, sometimes community meals or pantries, and more and more and more. But the core purpose of a library is place to get books, for free. Literacy is access to all of society, but that includes access to books that are fun and entertaining. It's critical for your mental health, which is critical to survival. And homeless folks deserve to take a fucking break and enjoy a book like anyone else.



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#do you remember what a little relief feels like etc etc#file under:#housing justice#public education
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As beautiful as these small towns along the river (!) are, whenever I start thinking, “What would it be like to live every day surrounded by such beauty?”, I’m (healthily?) reminded of Walker Percy and how my self would most likely also empty out these places in its efforts to sustain itself/“re-enter orbit”.
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