Twas watching a light-hearted, police procedural television program
based in present-day Los Angeles and one of the detectives said that they’d check the nearby “bodegas” to see what they could find. No ma’am. Wrong coast.
The journey of simultaneously reading Naomi Alderman’s The Future and Octavia E. Butler’s Parable of the Sower and then logging into this app and seeing the hellfire that my timeline has become is harrowing.
Update regarding the aforementioned fall: I fell onto my butt. I expected to be a bit sore there. Nope. My tush is fine. Whiplash in my neck so bad I couldn't look up or to the right yesterday? Yes, ma'am.
He held up traffic to tell me. And insisted that I walk in the street (barely a block away from Barclays in a high foot and car traffic area at rush hour). I was already laughing because of the fall so I just continued to laugh at him.
Slipped and fell in the snow this evening. A driver, who witnessed it from across an intersection, pulled over as I picked up my belongings to:
⬜️ check and see if I was okay
☑️ explain to me that I’d fallen because the sidewalk was icy
I am amused, not surprised, 🤏🏾disappointed by the fact that despite my instruction around considering their audience, my students did not understand that for their finals... I am their audience and I've given them very specific instruction on what I'm looking for in their work.
This evening I inexplicably watched a women’s semi-final Sepaktakraw match from several years ago having literally no knowledge of the sport. Got too into it. I would officially like to put in my bid to be a guest announcer for niche and obscure international sports competitions.
I just want to go to Blockbuster and stroll the aisles for an obscene amount of time but ultimately pick a random movie I've never seen and one I've seen before, but want to watch again (bc the new release I want to see isn't available). It's about the process.
Hey guys, remember when three of the richest men in the world fired rocket-powered dicks into the sky? What was that about? Like... why? What was the reason? For what was it how what why? Huh?
Name your documents accurately! I swear if I get another file named docFormTemplatDraft_Jones_hg-signed 17 (1) (1) (1).pdf that “needs my immediate attention” or that requires a signature…
Sorry, no. This file looks phishy. Try again.
I just walked by a lone drawer with a pile of shit in it. And it is now on the list of things I think about when people say this is the greatest city in the world.