Morvelaira

I have written a thing.
I paradoxically want to show it to everyone, and I'm terrified of anyone actually judging it.

Heads up, ladies, gentlemen and others.
From this point forward if you see the name Morvelaira in minecraft, it's probably not me.
Can't tell if someone got my account or just straight up deleted the thing, but I can no longer access it.

"English does not borrow from other languages. English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over the head and goes through their pockets for loose grammar."

They may not do it, but I promise you this - there's some idiot in the administration that wants to. They always tell you what they want to do, and then make you feel like a Cassandra when you call them on it.

... So that's why my daughter hasn't crawled into my bed yet this morning.

I figured out how to get from Canon FFXIV to a speedrun 'good ending' back to canon in seven time loops. I have been banging my head against this involuntarily over the last three days.

Hyperfixation is a beautiful and terrible thing.

Honestly, as someone with a finance background deeply embedded with a family (found and otherwise) of tech nerds... this is what I've been saying would happen from about six months in to Open AI being a thing.

Ah, the joys of admitting what your weaknesses are.

I live in a fucking timeline where I have to cheer on NINTENDO LEGAL.
What the FUCK.

... I just did the math. My first email address is nearly 30 years old.

There's many things about you and your posting that I parasocially enjoy. I think the whole 'wife guy' of it all has to be my favorite aspect.
Grats to your wife on the job, and you on the wife enjoyment.

I'm told that, at the age of three, I gave a very stern lecture to Andrew Dice Clay for cutting in line at Cantor's Deli in LA.

As someone who has read the full bill from emergency c-section to three weeks of NICU care... You can't even get out of the operating room for under that amount. Even if we don't count the delivery, 90% of that deductible would be gone just from checking into the NICU.

Take one down, sans serif around..
Too many cursed graphic designers walk out of the bar.

My daughter...
Came home from school and pretended to fart on me. So I called her a Frenchman.
She'll get that joke someday.

"The essay isn't the point. The essay is the implied proof that you know how to do the thinking behind the essay."

I often joke that the religion of my birth can be summed up as, "Be Excellent to Each Other, and Party On, Dude!"... but the other big lesson it taught me was - explicitly - ask questions. Ask questions about everything, to everyone.

Well, I just hope that FAFO will provide me a popcorn break soon, then.

Strike me as old-fashioned, but isn't it generally a bad idea to mess with people who are the lynchpins of whether you get money and power or not?

From everything I have seen thus far... I am not convinced this isn't the long-term point.

I have similarly learned that I'm rather good at snatching people and throwing them into a bed for similar reasons.

I'm sure it's not just me, but does anybody else's kid come down with a case of the "tummy feels bad"s right before we're supposed to go on a vacation?

100% stand behind the idea of text only superiority.

I am personally at the point where I don't immediately think about how awful they are as a vehicle.

Nope, my brain goes straight to how awful their drivers must be.

Ambition is necessary for humanity - and often deadly and unfulfilling for a human. Kind of parallels that "a person can be smart, but people are idiots" rule of thumb.

I want to believe that Buttigieg was "centristly audacious" so that Mamdani had the path to be "democratically assertive".

I have no idea if there's any social or cultural link at all, but it's how I like to see it.

No context married life conversation with @morvelaira.bsky.social ...
Belt?
..no
Rope?
..no
...
...
Duct Tape!
NO.

Had to share, because it's fun 😎

Not going to share who so as not to self-dox, but I'll say the most famous alumni of my high school was an NFL player who passed junior year geometry thanks to me.
You are welcome, sir.

In related news, my mom always bragged about going to school with Anglea Basset - not that they knew each other.

Once again,
"Oh, look. That thing that everyone said was going to happen happened."

*stares at early special election results*

... Today, I have learned that my neighbors are a lot more selfish than I would prefer.