spent my lunch hour making a playlist called “Mashed Potatoes” for songs to listen to when my brain is feeling like super buttery mashed potatoes. This is Normal Human Behavior.
Personally, I hope Potatoes & Molasses is on there.
spent my lunch hour making a playlist called “Mashed Potatoes” for songs to listen to when my brain is feeling like super buttery mashed potatoes. This is Normal Human Behavior.
Personally, I hope Potatoes & Molasses is on there.
i learned that in the 18th century rich people would keep ornamental hermits on their estate as a status symbol. They would be fed and cared for by the estate owner, almost like a pet (x)

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Tonight we’re going to have a meetup. This is a mug club meeting.
Everyone at the mug club, except one woman, except the woman sitting at the back, are men. The woman is, at her own admission, “bisexual.” She is there for company.
There’s a woman sitting at the front and a woman sitting in the middle of the back. They’ve gotten along. As of tonight, the woman at the front is wearing a purple shirt.
I’ve been wondering. If I put up a mug club sign with the same wording as the others – “Mug Club,” and just a word or two beneath like “Lodging. Food. Etc.,” and added some explanatory text – what would I get?
Like “Women’s group for women?”
Like “Mug Club: a group for muggers?”
And then the others can have their meetings and the woman at the front can wear her purple shirt, and maybe we can get out more, have more things to look forward to.
There are some of the more “radical” girls who would object that we are trying to recruit them. This would be, at the very least, a false dichotomy. The objectors are, in any case, pretty unlikely to show up to the club meetings. They’re probably not interested, or they are interested but will find some reason not to come. They’re not going to sit with the rest of us, and they’re not going to be in the coffee shop, drinking beer. And that’s OK. But I just wanted to ask.
I just wanted to get it all out on paper before I forget and it’s too late to make any changes.
The woman at the front doesn’t look up when I mention the purple shirt, because she doesn’t like me very much.