i live in a basement right now and the upstairs folks have a baby who is, i would guess, perhaps 18 to 24 months now. the sound insulation in my place is actually fantastic - when the baby cries i CAN hear it but i have to really try, you know - except when stuff, obviously, directly impacts the floor right above my head.
which is, i think, where baby's playpen is set up. because she is the world's smartest baby maybe, and her favorite thing to do is drop a wooden ball - perhaps bowling ball sized? (guessing) - directly on the ground and listen to it 1. bounce until it stops or 2. roll away. it's her time for dropping things. it's baby drop time. she will do this until she stops and i can do nothing to prevent the baby drop time from occurring.
she does this daily between 6-8pm for something like 20 minutes as well as intermittently throughout the day as she pleases. this is something i comment on to my friends when it happens. you know - it's baby drop time! which means sometimes,
there's this character dynamic that's not necessarily enemies to lovers, where one or both parties don't initially respect or trust the other person in much the same way that a feral animal sees anyone who tries to approach it first as a threat that's like cocaine to me
i had a dream that time travel was invented and too many people choose to travel back in time to save the titanic from sinking (the question of whether unsinking of the titanic deserved so much attention in the face of human history was the subject of both heavy academic and online discourse), which caused a rift in the space-time-continuum that led to the titanic showing up indiscriminately all over the world’s oceans and sea in various states of sinking.
this caused a lot of issues both in terms of fixing said space-time-continuum and in terms of nautical navigation, and after a long and heavy battle in the international maritime organization it was decided that the bureaucratic burden of dealing with this was to be upon Ireland, much to their dismay. the Irish Government then released an app for all sailors and seafarers so they could report titanic sightings during their journeys, even though they heavily dissuaded you from reporting them given the paperwork it caused.
anyway i woke up with a clear image of the app in my head and needed to recreate it for all of you:
A spoon's only objective in life is to make soup go upwards, and it knows this. That's why when you put one under a running tap it blasts the water way high. The spoon thinks there's suddenly TONS of soup to deal with and it freaks out.