#pseudo journal

[petit-atelier-de-poesie]

Quelques trucs bien. Mars 2025

Déjeuner au soleil de midi dans le jardin 

Fêter l’heure d’été et les 20 ans de ma nièce 

Offrir les "Lettres à un jeune poète" de Rainer Maria Rilke

Préparer les premières charlottes aux fruits de la saison pour l’anniversaire de ma nièce 

Avoir ma cousine au téléphone. Me savoir accueillie et aimée

Fêter le départ en retraite de ma collègue Joanne. Merci mercis. Bis repetita 

Reprendre la lecture avec la poésie 

Passer une partie du dimanche dans le jardin avec Mateo. Improviser un apéro en famille et se souvenir des tapas de Barcelone 

Féliciter maman qui mange à nouveau seule. Encourager ses progrès 

Recevoir ma sœur et des amies à dîner. Partager un fou rire 

Accueillir le retour de la huppe dans le jardin 

Entendre mon petit Mateo dire « mamé » en parlant de moi. Fondre d’amour

Recevoir des compliments de la part du médecin pédopsychiatre sur la pertinence de mes observations professionnelles

Passer une heure et demie au téléphone avec mon amie Cathy. Nous réconforter l’une l’autre et prévoir de se retrouver très bientôt 

M’habiller en camaïeu de rose 

Tenir mon petit Mateo sur mes genoux pour sa première coupe de cheveux de bébé. Le regarder devenir petit garçon

Voir refleurir le lilas et les arbres de Judée

Créer une chanson pop avec un jeune et l’IA, sur des paroles improbables façon « Trois p’tits chats, chapeau de paille, paillasson ». En avoir autant de jubilation que lui 

Accompagner un jeune à fabriquer un « bouquachette » pour ses cartes Pokémon. Remarquer le titre du livre choisi : « La connaissance de soi ». Sourire intérieurement 

Répondre à mon petit Mateo qui essaie de parler : « moto tonton ? » (trad. Il est arrivé avec sa mobylette, tonton ?) et encore : « pitipiti ! » (trad. Bon appétit !) 

Passer le week-end avec mon petit Mateo et lui préparer des repas gastronomiques avec des légumes 

Sentir que l’infirmière du service stimule maman et nous inclut dans son accompagnement à l’autonomie 

Passer une soirée pour la crémaillère d’une vieille amie récemment séparée. Retrouver les rires de notre jeunesse 

Être coincée dans l’ascenseur de l’hôpital avec l’interne trop gentil de maman. Penser en le voyant sans blouse ni masque, si jeune, cheveux décolorés, tatoué et percé, qu'il ne faut pas se fier aux apparences

Donner à manger à la petite cuillère à maman pour qu’elle reprenne des forces après la grippe 

Inviter ma soeur et sa famille à l’improviste pour manger à midi et être rejoints au café par notre amie Pascale. Papoter toute l’après midi au soleil printanier sur la terrasse 

Croiser le renard dans la forêt au retour des poubelles 

Ces “Quelques trucs bien” s'inspirent directement des “3 trucs bien” de Fabienne Yvert, ou des “Notes de chevet” de Seï Shonagon. 

Pas 3 par jour pour ma part, mais une volonté régulière de gratitude et d'optimisme.

[carraways-son]

Lundi

Renaître. Encore et encore...

[wanderinginksplot]

Clone Trooper Rambles

Rambles do many things. They encourage me to journal regularly by writing clone troopers into everyday life, they help me visualize characters in a three-dimensional space, and they make me hone my characterization skills.

Many Rambles don’t make a ton of sense or are light on plot, but that is by design. They’re just a little bit of fun I have and like to share with anyone who might need a reminder that imaginary friends don’t have to go away. 

Every entry below stands alone, so feel free to read them in any order you like! Enjoy!

Kix Hates My Lunch - feat. Kix

Everyone Hates My Shirt - feat. Fives, Boil, Cody, Hardcase, Waxer, and Rex

Rex is ‘My Boy’, Apparently - feat. Rex

Dogma Doesn’t Like Cheating - feat. Dogma

I Don’t Know How to Say ‘No’ to Overtime - feat. Rex

I Just Wanted to Watch a Movie - feat. Hardcase, Thire, and Rex 

Tech Likes Books Almost as Much as I Do - feat. Tech

Bad Day - feat. Rex, Comet, Echo, Longshot, and Kix

Everyone Hates My Music Except Hardcase - feat. Rex, Longshot, Hardcase, Boost, and Jesse 

The Clones Don’t ‘Get’ My Skincare Routine - feat. Fox

Wrecker + Hardcase = Trouble - feat. Hardcase, Wrecker, and Hunter

I Don’t Like Ration Bars - feat. Thire and Hound

I Make a Work Enemy - feat. Rex, Cody, and Wolffe

I Can’t Sleep - feat. Wolffe

Fitted Sheets Suck - feat. Rex, Hound, Grizzer, and Jesse 

Soft Spots - feat. Crosshair and Wrecker

The Argument - feat. Rex

The Aftermath - feat. Rex 

Poor Trapper - feat. Tech, Trapper, and Kix

Bruises - feat. Cody, Rex, Dogma, and Boost

Loud - feat. Thire, Matchstick, Longshot, and Hunter 

No One Likes My Driving - feat. Tup, Boost, Sev, and Rex

Workout - feat. Kix, Rex, and Thorn

Oil Check - feat. Rex, Hunter, and Tech

Captains, Again - feat. Hound, Rex, Tup, Crosshair, Echo, Jesse, Boss, Sinker, Wooley, Wrecker, Cody, Fives, and Scorch

Faded - feat. Rex

Chopper - feat. Chopper (the clone trooper, not the droid)

Sweets - feat. Rex and Tup

Rude - feat. Wolffe

Coward - feat. Fives, Rex, and Boost

Strong - feat. Rex, Wrecker, and Tech

Delta Squad - feat. Boss

Bad Dream - feat. Echo, Trapper, Crosshair, Rex, Cody, Boss, Wolffe, Fox, and Hunter

Sweets: Part II - feat. Hound, Waxer, Tup, Boil, Hunter, Wooley, Fixer, Dogma, Hardcase, Jesse, Longshot, Rex, and Cody

Migraine - feat. Rex

Haunted - feat. Trapper, Comet, Tech, and Rex 

“The Passenger” - feat. Hardcase, Crosshair, Wrecker, and Rex (Contains spoilers for The Mandalorian Season 2, Episode 2)

Taking Charge - feat. Rex and Hunter 

Gift - feat. Hardcase, Fixer, Fox, and Rex 

Gift: Part II - feat. Wolffe

Aim - feat. Hardcase

Creepy Hallway - feat. Rex 

Policy - feat. Dogma and Jesse

New Arrivals - feat. Rex, Boba Fett, and Din Djarin 

Clones Theme - feat. Longshot, Jesse, Hunter, and Rex 

Epic Rap Battles of History - feat. Rex, Thorn, and Boost

Compliments, Insults, and Invitations - feat. Rex 

Bet - feat. Rex, Trapper, and Boost 

Responsibility - feat. Wolffe 

Spider - feat. Rex, Tup, and Sinker 

The Climb - feat. Tech, Wrecker, Rex, Crosshair, and Hunter 

Haunted House - feat. Boss, Hunter, Cody, Fox, Wolffe, and Rex

Sunburn - feat. Rex, Echo, Fives

Sick - feat. Rex and Kix

History - feat. Rex

Helmet - feat. Rex, Jesse, and Echo

Infested - feat. Fives, Longshot, Rex, and Echo 

Haunting, Hunting, and Horticulture - feat. Hardcase, Boost, Tech, and Rex 

Broken Curfew - feat. Crosshair and Rex

Routine - feat. Stone and Rex 

Haircut - feat. Rex, Scorch, and Tup

Surgery - feat. Kix, Rex, and Hardcase

Toast - feat. Tup, Fives, Hardcase, and Rex 

Evil Librarian - feat. Fives and Echo 

Gift: Part III - feat. Rex, Wolffe, and Cody

Ukulele - feat. Kix, Rex, and Waxer

Bubbles - feat. Fives, Tech, Boss, Tup, Hardcase, and Wrecker

Bad Mood - feat. Rex, Boss, Alpha-17, and Wolffe 

Sore - feat. Jesse, Trapper, Rex, and Kix 

Theme Park - feat. Rex, Tup, and Cody

[petit-atelier-de-poesie]

Voilà ! C’était Noël, pas vraiment comme je le souhaitais mais Noël quand même. Avec des cadeaux et des mots, des fou rires et des larmes. Et la présence même brève de ceux qui sont encore là pour faire famille. Bref Noël !

"L'aimez-vous au balcon ? L'aimez-vous aux tisons ? L'aimez-vous humide et doux, gris-bleu comme le ramier, ou glacial comme un sorbet ? Ne le voulez-vous pas blanc, d'un blanc sourd, épais, ramillé de noir ? Nous verrons bien. Fêtons Noël comme il viendra, et ne ronchonnons pas. L'essentiel est de le fêter. La fête est un état d'esprit. Noël partout s'est nourri de symboles : nous ferons cette année comme Noël, et aux symboles nous ajouterons ce dessert doux-amer : la poignante, l'impérissable saveur du souvenir. Ouvrons, tout grands, nos souvenirs." Colette "Belles saisons"

[angelbitezzz]

Old man encounters something weird

[Stanford font used in post was made by the talented @/tsunamiholmes! you can just download it into your drawing program of choice! Hurrah!]

[salembehindbars]

“I’m afraid you’re not a #thoughtdaughter..” I’m afraid you need to get off of your high horse and take a seat. 70 percent of the “#thoughtdaughter” discourse is just pretentious pseudo-intellectuals trying to one up everyone else.

[nolookeyyy]

which could mean nothing

[gentleoverdrive]

[September/1 of 3] Just... really tired.

I guess it only took 1 moderately shitty month to finally break me, but it happened. August started with my toilets needing to be replaced and it ended with my most beautiful boi passing away and one of the people who have provided me with a roof many, many times during my stays in Texas needing surgery or they might die. Well, no: My August actually ended with some careless dipshit t-boning us while he was busy staring at his fucking cellphones. Yes, the wife and I both are physically OK, but I must confess: I feel like such a lightweight, depressed coward right now.    All my big talk in the past about walking tall and trying to be better in general, of “being there” for people, but I let 6 or 7 things go wrong in a month and I'm ready to throw the fucking towel. I've spent all of last weekend and most of this week so far staring at the ceiling of our room (got the week off work due to the accident) and realizing how powerless I feel.     And I tried to fight back against the hopelessness, cheese fucking knows I tried. Writing. Composing. Shit, I even tried to proofread something that was due in the editorial job, but I couldn't do it. My therapist thinks the t-boning accident might have given me PTSD, but honestly, I think I felt much more overwhelmed and in despair when my doggo passed away and I drove like 90 minutes to give him a proper burial (he passed away peacefully, surrounded by us, his partner & daughter, thanks to the vet and her medication plus a small procedure to relieve him of some of his pain due to gases).    I've jokingly mentioned to some of my online friends that I am so glad that August is over... but honestly? I don't fucking know what to make of myself after the dust settled and I had gotten discharged from the hospital on Friday (the accident happened on Thursday morning).    I wasn't even seriously wounded! All that happened was a shard of glass had gotten superficially lodged into my right knee. They took the glass out in like 10 seconds and gave me like 3 stitches and I was fine. I didn't even require anesthesia. My wife got a slight cut on her forehead. The doctor even jokingly said that I'm just "built different". Neither of the X-Rays showed anything.    But I'm still writing this whole thing and just... overwhelmed by grief, sadness and I don't know what the fuck else. Is it because of my dog, for my relative prepared to go under the knife, or is it for the stupid things that needed to get fixed around my house? Or is it just an accumulation of decades of telling myself "It's probably fine" and just... never getting around to addressing that whole noise?    And... yeah, there you go. Around 500 words about an old man having a big sad. Toodles. 

[gotohellfuckingyankees]

Julian Assange: "Pseudo-journalists have made journalism one of the least trusted, most dishonest, craven, cynical, anti-intellectual, power obsessed, herd-like professions in existence, whose incompetence and duplicity has led directly to the death and displacement of millions"

[petit-atelier-de-poesie]

Quelques trucs bien. Février 2025

Prendre soin de ma sœur aussi

Passer à travers la grippe A de maman 

Retrouver maman en petite forme mais toujours là. L’aider à reprendre des forces 

Sentir que le pompier a compris notre détresse. L’entendre bluffer le médecin pour que maman aille à l’hôpital de Cannes 

Me faire couper les cheveux par besoin de légèreté 

Jouer au ballon avec Mateo. Dessus et dessous la table. Apprendre (déjà) la gravité 

Jouer au loto et aux puzzles avec Mateo. Imiter les cris des animaux 

Aménager mon dressing pour mes chaussures d’été 

Jouer aux cartes avec mes enfants et mes nièces. Retrouver l’ambiance de leur enfance 

Recevoir pour le café et sortir des biscuits achetés en Italie 

Faire une grasse matinée jusqu’à 7h. Me réveiller déboussolée 

Jouer à trappe trappe avec Mateo autour des mimosas 

Garder mon petit Mateo pendant mes vacances. Raconter des histoires à deux voix

Débroussailler le jardin avec ma sœur. Ressentir de la bonne fatigue 

Aller au ciné et au resto avec mon amie Béa. Nous faire des cadeaux réciproques et entretenir l’amitié 

Associer aux Supernanas par la couleur de nos pulls : maman, ma sœur et moi 

Voir refleurir les muscaris de l’an dernier 

Aller au cinéma avec ma nièce. Écouter Bob Dylan

Aller chez le cardiologue le jour de la St Valentin. Sourire en pensant que c’est toujours une histoire de cœur 

Entendre les oiseaux pépier de bon matin 

Reprendre les collages avec une intention pour mon amie Cathy 

Constater que, sur les montagnes, la neige fond à vue d’œil avec le retour du soleil 

Me rappeler d’anciens poèmes et re dérouler le fil de mon histoire 

Visiter le nouvel appartement de ma fille et conseiller ses projets 

Ces “Quelques trucs bien” s'inspirent directement des “3 trucs bien” de Fabienne Yvert, ou des “Notes de chevet” de Seï Shonagon. 

Pas 3 par jour pour ma part, mais une volonté régulière de gratitude et d'optimisme.

[carraways-son]

Jeudi

La lune commence à affiner son croissant ; elle s'amincira jusqu'à la Nouvelle Lune de mercredi prochain. Un spectacle qui fascine plus d'un. Dans deux jours c'est l'été, et dans un peu plus d'un mois mes amours seront là. Alors, essayons d'oublier le reste...

[brgndyhydrangeas]

"It's easy to place a band-aid on a gunshot.

It keeps it from bleeding and gives you a false sense of healing, but the bullet will stay there until you take it out. And no amount of band-aids will help with the unavoidable infection if left untreated.

You drag your grief behind you, a mountain that you try to conceal, but the peak peeks at me and the shadow it makes makes it difficult to see. You push your pain away like sweeping dust under the rug, and I don't know if you doubt that I'm allergic or if you genuinely think you're doing a good job of hiding it with your broad figure when you puff up your chest. But I smell the stench— is it the decaying sorrow or the manly cologne that is disgusting to me? Perhaps it's the mix of both, or perhaps I hate being treated like an idiot. Do you expect me to help you clean up? Or do you want to hand it all to me even if my arms bruise? You pretend to ignore it, but it will loom over you, and it will loom over me— and one day it will bury us both under.

You insist and insist that you like me, that you're attracted to me— but is it me that you find appealing, or is the distraction an obsession gives you what's seductive?"

Original posting date: August 29th, 2022 / 12:35 am

[disgustingposer]

My thoughts on Fuck The World by Sematary, Hackle, and Sosa

Haunted Mound's music and the discourse surrounding it exemplifies the fact that you can't truly "win" in the music scene as a whole, you will have haters don't matter what (unless you are a blonde woman who sings folky pop music and people treat you like a god and the ones who dare to dislike you are called misogynists or even nazis). Sematary is widely known for his quick uprising to underground hip hop hegemony being compared to groups like Drain Gang, Goth Money, and G59, the thing about his music is how the direction he started his music attracted a particular audience who were at most interested in the witch house + emo + plugg fusion he did with his partner Ghost Mountain, but as time passed, Grave Man changed his style to noisier and drill oriented, talking about violence and murder on a more Horrorcore fashion instead of the peep-esque emo misanthropy of his debut albums. The noisier style is often fused with black metal music. The issue here is how the paradox of innovation applies to his art, you see if he kept the style he had with Ghost Mountain to this day, people would call him repetitive and one-note. If he kept the black metal style of the Rainbow Bridge saga, he would be called one note and repetitive. And because he is keeping the violent dissonant witch drill style, he is being called repetitive and one-note. But there is also the fact that every time he innovates his style to a new direction, he alienates a part of his audience, as he alienated people who wanted more black metal-style music, and he alienated the Ghost Mountain fan audience who wanted more emo witch plugg. That's why I say that he is stuck on a paradox where he can't truly win everybody and by scrapping KOTG 2 because of its poor reception, he is playing by this game that he can't win, since he has constantly shown how much he cares about the opinions of others, he doesn't "do what he wants to do" as he claims to, if he did, he wouldn't scrap songs based on other's people reception. Now, about the song, it's truly overhated by the Haunted Mound fanbase. Yes, Sematary's lyrics are freestyled and this makes them incredibly cheesy, but the cheese of lyricism is what gives Horrorcore music its particular charm, we are talking about a genre where one of its pioneers had lyrics about having sex with pigeons. Hackle and Sosa's verses are more gangsta-oriented and don't look freestyled at all, which gives the song a notorious quality jump from there. with Keef's verse being the best of all and giving me personally an adrenaline jump unique to him, I would mosh to his verse despite hating crowded environments.

[tomatoluvr69]

There’s going to be fig newtons at my job tomorrow and I can have some. Big things happening in my werld

[badgerthethirteenth]

"Sneaking into the Gold Class Experience by paying for it"

Alternatively: Experiencing the briefest bout of the rich lifestyle made me realise just how poor I actually am.

Long read under the cut.

My husband (Toky), my sibling (Sigma) and I went to see the Five Nights at Freddy's movie at the cinemas. For The Bit, we decided to try out our local cinema's 'Gold Class', because Toky thought it would be really funny to go really high class and fancy to go see the FNAF movie (and it would avoid having kids in the theatre). My sibling, who has a membership with the cinema, facilitated us buying tickets so we got them for a whole like 5 dollars cheaper each. Not too shabby.

But as we left the tiny, luxurious cinema, it suddenly dawned on us - in Sigma's words, "the vibes were off".

And they were well and truly off.

We arrived at the cinema through the generosity of our father, in his little white box of a car with chipping paint, and were dropped off outside the cinema. Neither of us had eaten for a while, but that was okay - I am on a pseudo-diet, Sigma had a soylent shake not long before we left, and Toky doesn't eat nearly as much as we do. Since Sigma had our tickets ready on his phone, we just meandered near the place where we were supposed to hand in our tickets.

One of the staff approached us, and in that friendly tone all customer service staff who have to deal with asshole clients used, greeted us. We were obviously polite and friendly back, inasmuch as our collective autism-generated social awkwardness would allow it. She asked if it was our first time, and I, eagerly, said it was. So she ran us through how it worked.

We were invited to sit down in a lounge with some tacky but not unpleasant couches and some armchairs that I'm sure weren't comfortable, but they could have been, and we were given menus to peruse. She informed us that she would take our orders, and during the movie, she would bring them out to us. I had already resolved not to purchase from the menu if I could help it, such is my allergic reaction to spending money, but I was curious.

The last time I had ordered cinema food from one of the more 'luxury' types of deals was when my brother insisted that I see the movie 'Belle'. I forget how much the mediocre three chicken strips we had ordered costed, but it was far more than I would consider reasonable - the movie was excellent though.

The menu I saw gave me little hope of it being different. Certainly spending $5 (AUD) on a quality hot chocolate at a restaurant is one thing, but I was certainly not going to do so here, tempted as I was. $9 for a milkshake. It was $21 for a halloween-themed Baileys cocktail, which, sure, booze is expensive, but when you're already paying double the standard ticket price, seems outrageous. I think I even saw a menu option that was about $25, which I have no doubt would have been smaller than ordering something from a nearby restaurant.

I briefly, oh so briefly, considered getting a milkshake or a white hot chocolate (the chocolate being white, not the temperature). But my resolution was firm, and thankfully neither Toky nor Sigma wanted anything else - Sigma, maybe, but due to financial circumstances I have to cover Toky's expenses (which is fine because Toky only asks for the occasional snack or dinner and doesn't play Warhammer).

The woman came back with a menu, and asked if we were going to order anything. We, awkwardly, told her that we weren't, with Toky commenting 'we're too poor to be rich'. She nodded in a way which told us that she knew the feeling too well. I felt sorry for her, having to deal with the types of people who could spend so much on a movie ticket and all this overpriced mid food.

When we were escorted - escorted! - to the cinema and to where we wanted to sit, she informed us that there were buttons on our seats that we could use to summon someone to take care of our whims. I had seen a dashboard outside the cinema where there appeared to be little lights between seats - now I knew their purpose.

We sat ourselves down, Sigma, myself and Toky, in that order. The seats had little switches that we could use to make them recline, so I did the first thing I'm sure everyone does and find out how far back it would go. As it turns out, it went so far back that had I decided the movie was so bad it wasn't worth watching, I could easily sleep through it.

Sigma had earlier checked to see if we had the cinema to ourselves - we did not, a group of four had gathered in the back corner. No problem, we thought, likely someone else had decided to commit to A Bit when seeing the FNAF movie.

Nope. It was a family of four. A mother, a father, and two kids. I never got much of a look of them - looking at people fills me with a paralysing fear of being looked back at - but they certainly didn't seem of a lower economic status than us. Toky was disappointed that the one thing we wanted to avoid - children - had managed its way in. I had wondered who in their right mind would spend $40 a head for anything other than The Bit.

The advertisements we saw showed more than ever what kinds of people would do that. People that I would consider 'rich' by my standards.

The first advertisement was extoling the grand benefits of Gold Class and all the benefits it would bestow. We got an advertisement for some kind of expensive alcohol, or perhaps another Gold Class thing talking about the signature cocktails. There was another advertisement for a... car owner membership club? I forget which manufacturer it was, I want to say Lexus, but one of the cars they showed, proudly, was one of the ugliest luxury cars on God's Green Flat Earth. I think there was another alcohol advertisement - we also got to see ads for the new Wonka movie which I have zero interest in seeing, and a brief snippet for a movie I was 100% certain I had seen as a fake trailer in a Quentin Tarantino grindhouse special (Thanksgiving, if you're curious).

Eventually, the movie began, and the vibes returned to normal, as Toky and I would nudge each other and point out the references, and I would occasionally repeat comments Toky told me to Sigma. This is not a review of the movie, but if I did have to briefly summarise it: 7/10, I had fun, set designs and costuming was amazing though.

During the movie, I noticed that the family had occasionally summoned the workers to cater to their whims, which was fine? That's part of the service I guess, and I was too busy enjoying the movie and needing to pee to worry so much about that.

The movie ended and I felt satisfied with what I had seen - I was expecting absolute dogshit bad but I was happy with what I got. We gathered our things and limped our way out and to the toilets. Something, however, caught my eye first - the leftovers from the other family.

They must have taken, like, a bite or two out of everything, because there was so much stuff left behind. Most of a basket of wedges, some uneaten pieces of chicken, popcorn littering one of the seats, and I'm pretty sure I saw a half-melted, half-broken choc-coated ice cream.

The sheer waste of it all shook me. If I had spent what looked like roughly $100 on food alone, I would have made sure not a single crumb of it left. But no, it was just... there. Part of me wished to scoop it into a bag and take it with me, but I didn't want to risk infection, especially in this post-covid world. So, begrudgingly, and with great sympathies for the crew who would have to clean it up, I left it be. At least we had no waste of our own.

We left the cinema with little fanfare and made our way to a nearby burger joint that Toky and I had sampled during our Barbenheimer excursion. We knew the food was good, but we hadn't tried the frozen yoghurt part of it, so we had resolved to do that to.

As we munched down on our burgers - Sigma and I with our plain as hell meals and Toky with his spicy one - we discussed our experience. The movie, we had agreed much before, was fine, nothing special but better than we were anticipating, and the art direction was incredible in it. But more importantly, we discussed the Gold Class affair.

Toky summarised it in the most beautifully succinct way - he felt like he had snuck in, jumped the fence so to speak. We all agreed that we had felt out of place, and we mused on the parts that hit us the worst. This is/was also during a time of great financial awkwardness, between me not getting my Centrelink payments due to not having enough hours at work because my boss literally can't give me the hours because ???, and discussions of maybe, potentially, being able to buy a cheap flat somewhere nearby if our father does some shenanigans with his money.

We were feeling really poor as of late, and this Gold Class experience had shown us the kinds of things people with a great deal of disposable income can do. Like, for instance, pay double a standard ticket price to get basically the same experience, with a slightly comfier seat, and the capacity to spend more money on buying food and also to bother minimum-wage staff to bring you more food in the middle of a movie.

It was eye-opening for us all, I think, seeing how people we could only aspire to have the income of lived. And we decided, collectively, to never do it again, because there was no way we could live like rich people do.

It was poetic, really. We started the experience off sampling the life of the well-to-do - blasted with advertisements of things only the wealthy would even consider - only to take a bus home because as we currently are, none of us can afford a car, and only one of us has had the time to get a learner's permit.

Maybe one day, I'll be able to afford being able to go to Gold Class for every single cinema experience, but I know for a fact that if I had that money to burn, I'd just go see twice as many movies. Because even if I have the money to be rich, I don't think I could stand to see myself waste $100 worth of perfectly edible food yes I'm still mad about that holy shit!

Anyway, that's my long ramble done. Hope you enjoyed the read!

[hjemne]

got back from the library at 11pm on a Friday night not because Ive got a pressing deadline but because I was writing academic literary analysis of the depiction of fascist rhetoric and aesthetic in attack on titan