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29 October 2024, 20:00 EST

I'm too young to remember the earliest internet (sorry grandpa), and my internet access was restricted growing up, so I don't even remember much of what people my age recall. From what I've learned, the internet had many of the same problems - it just seems that people, when given the ability to communicate over hundreds and thousands of miles, as well as the power of anonymity, are going to abuse their responsibilities.

But I like nostalgia, too, even nostalgia for things I don't remember. I like the idea of brief, but meaningful, human connections. (I've heard somewhere that the internet age has been like one huge worldwide accommodation for autistic communication, and I couldn't agree more. I think that without the internet, my existence as a near-shut-in would have been much more miserable.)

I'd like to get to know you, even if you don't reply. One of the ways I like spending time with people is with a cup of tea. It's a rare friend with whom you can slow down enough to really enjoy a cup. I started a big mug as I sat down to type this blog entry, and I'll keep typing until I'm finished. Feel free to make a cup of your own before you keep reading - or, if you're not a tea drinker, whatever you'd like.

Since it's late, and caffeine keeps me up, I'm having a fruit tisane right now. A tisane is a steeped beverage that doesn't contain Camellia sinensis tea leaves proper. I just call it all tea though, normally. The package of the tea is in Polish, but the ingredients listed are: hibiscus flower, dried apple, chokeberry, rowan, rosehip, raspberry, elderberry, and "flavour". I'm drinking it hot and unsweetened, but I like it iced, too.

My laptop is a little broken right now. A while ago, I dropped it, and now the screen flickers periodically, I guess when the hardware inside gets jumbled. I wish I could fix it myself, but I don't have the energy for that. Working on the laptop is a challenge now, because I have to smack the keyboard to get the screen going again. But I'm not rich, and it still technically works, so I'm okay with it.

My partner bought 3 pounds of bacon this week because it was on sale. He thinks it'll last for a while, which I find hilarious. I made some today and popped it in a soup with pasta and pelmeni, simple dumplings filled with mince meat from Russian cuisine. It's getting colder where I live - I like cold meals in the winter too, but soup simply must be made in large quantities in winter. When I feel up to a more complicated recipe, I think I'll make Italian wedding soup with homemade meatballs. (It's not named so because of its popularity at weddings; the name just refers to the harmony of the ingredients.) I used to eat the canned stuff a lot, but it's too expensive now (over $4 for a can of salt water is more than what I'm willing to pay).

Our living area is really cluttered. I like collecting things - bottles, rocks, trash - and maybe I think I'll do something with it all, like one big project, or maybe I just like the objects as they are. I don't throw much out, either, so all flat surfaces of our wee apartment are covered in tat. I don't think it's wrong to be materialistic. A lot of my memories and happiness are bound to specific objects. One of my favourites is a glass bottle I found at a flea market - IV drips, before they were plastic bags, used to be in bottles, and this one is particularly stylish, with tick marks on the side (for measuring the remaining contents) inside an obelisk, and a neck that looks like the step pyramid in Saqqara. I'm not sure how many recovering patients wanted to be reminded of the afterlife, but I appreciate the sense of design.

I have a few dregs of tea left. Thank you for spending some time with me ❀

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