Don't worry, be calm, reality has reaaserted itself. You can't start a fire without a spark... we're dancing in the dark...
I mean personally I'd like to actually go back in time, but if we have to keep going forward in time I really think the music should go forward in time too, you know? 🤷♀️
Hey now... you're a rock star... all that glitters is gold... Only shooting stars break the mo...oh...old... Ok when does reality rip open to reveal the demons being like damn she's onto us? All Star is like almost outside of the 90s even... not quite but... **squints suspiciously**
Wait, are they reading my posts... we've moved on to Love Shack, a monumental leap to 1989! Watch out new hip to the vogue cool kids! Radical funky tunes dudio my man! Gee Whizz!
Oh man she's taking a midnight train again... is this Australian culture? Where's that Silvertop to her door... sorry too recent, that was out only 3 years before 1990, maybe they'll be brave and play it later in the set when they can pull out the 80s music.
Are we stuck in some sort of time loop hell? I have suspected my life is just a mishmash of stuff replayed and remixed for a while. Like did I die already and this is hell: just ever-worsening repeats of degrading media clip remixes of the world? Maybe it's just vines all the way down.
Seriously tho, with Grand Prix going hard on the doorstep all week, I have to ask again... Why is Australian pub music still Brown Eyed Girl, Have You Ever Seen the Rain, Country Roads, and most of all Sweet Caroline all the time? This stuff was old when I was out at pubs in the 90s... 36 years ago!
The duet is delightful.
How many times can people listen to Sweet Caroline, The Piano Man and Summer of 69? A lot apparently. So much. Really so much. At least the angry hornets going round and round Albert Park Lake seem to have taken a break. Though not sure this is better. Wait... spoke too soon the hornets are back. =P
Cool cool. Anytime! 😺
It's definitely its own peculiar beast. Good Luck with it all and let me know if you need any help with bureaucracy. I know the general uni systems from both the student and admin sides. The particulars can vary but the overall systems and what you can get help with tends to be pretty similar.
Sorry I'm not more open-minded about LLMs, it's just some fucking maniacs shoveled out a bunch of useless bloatware featuring that technology, did not give me any chance to opt out, reorganized the entire economy around it, zeroed out gains made by green energy, and made it impossible to buy RAM
I can answer this one. The president of the United States is dangerously psychotic and no one in his political party will say it, nor will 95% of American media.
Screaming into a pillow #sketchbook #art #oilpainting
92/100 Freesia
#nier_automata #a2
Personal drawing of a wolf that reads ‘Burnout’
I am so tired.
Well what if you slept through the time where everything was fine? How would you know nothing was wrong
an orange cat reclining in a pile of blankets in a dark room. he is absolutely screaming
It is between late night and early morning. Time to sing the song of my people to make sure everyone knows nothing is wrong
Georgia was skating to MORTAL KOMBAT at the Olympics exhibition gala
😸 🫡 Shall do. I need some ordering sometimes. 😅
My brain does not like to stop no matter what it's doing. But that one was pretty intense. I still feel like my body went through something physical. I checked though no live wires... 😅
(I just woke up again and that was waiting as a thread I hadn't posted. I just completely crashed before hitting Post All. I think I tried, there were a few blank extra posts. Fumbling on the way down I guess.)
Wishful thinking. I need to sleep and hold on.
Reality and my brain started sparking. I had to get to her first. Then one almighty crash shattering with electric force. I was sent flying back, jolting awake, holding my sore, tingling head and face, pain, a massive sense of loss. I don't feel like I'm in the right world.
The world around melted away and I was on that hillside, sparce, and a man I know waa there. I felt safe and happy and aware that I waa reliving just a small nice moment. Kroshka was gone but I knew where she was. I was relieved to be there but half aware and half comforted. It started sparking.
I got them off but the door was closed. An acquaintance opened a door in Japan. I'm catsitting. A tabby cat I know walked downstairs and was hissing at a black tuxedo cat. I tried to calm her. I saw Kroshka behind the two cats, watching, so I picked her up, holding her to me. She was soft and warm.
They had big abdomens and were black and brown and a rusty orange. I peeled them free and angled towards flowers and trees but some didm't want to go. White fluffy peacock / biblical angel ones were skittering about flapping feathery wings. A dark black shiny one was crawling around my arn to hide.
I was trying to get through an inset door while talking but I realised I had walked through thick spiderwebs and everywhere I turned there were more. I waa trying to talk without letting on about the spiders, while trying to get the off me while not hurting them. Wrapped in all sorts of big spiders.
I was trying to secure everything and the phone started ringing so I had to get up and leave it all. It was my Dad demanding to know why I rang. I said it was about the hairdresser but he said he didn't need to use the hairdresser. I was explaining that was ok and just leave it until he did.
But then I was suddenly wrenched through a door and it was current but I was having to do the usual packing but there was also a test and also I had tp put all my stuff in the bathroom but I had to move it around so everyone could still use the bathroom. I had to rush because people were coming.
