Kat
@katriddell.bsky.social
writer, knitter, cyborg, library wizard, Gentlewoman of Evil. “chaotic but a delight.” “lewd but a gentleman.” cake/coffee life. practice makes better. known across two universities for pronouncing “Foucault” like “fucko.” 🏳️🌈🧃✡️ (any pronouns)
Language is made up! Grammar is fake! Free yourself from your imaginary prison* *prescriptivism
Merriam-Webster@merriam-webster.com · 3h agoJane Austen used 'however' at the beginning of a sentence, and so can you.
One must imagine Enjolras happy (alive long enough to read das kapital)
Me: oh boy I love opera day, I am so grateful I live near a theater that airs the Met broadcasts The tiny Enjolras that lives in my head: it is time for us all do decide who we are—do we fight for the right to a night at the opera now?
Me last night: oh boy I can’t wait to get up tomorrow morning and drink my coffee and read my library book before going to the opera Me this morning: what if I lie in bed for two hours pressing hundreds of kisses into Coleslaw’s tiny perfect forehead
I can talk to my best friends in other states at any time of day or night with zero (0) impact on my phone bill
Constantine@ajaxsinger.bsky.social · 22h agoFood, man. Food is so much better than it was in 1986. All of it. Poor-people food, restaurant food, fresh food, frozen food. Food is just a hell of a lot better.
[samuel l jackson voice] i have had it with this motherfucking water in my motherfucking kitchen
Valjean: this boy has done no wrong!! Marius: *definitely killed at least one soldier*
Coleslaw is CRUSHED that her Maintenance Bestie is working from the neighbor’s kitchen right now, she wants to help so bad
When my mum was 36 years old she had two children and a house, and here I am at almost 36 years old and I have to be on the phone with my mother to be able to write an email to my property manager
I cannot emphasize enough how much I do not want to send a follow up email to my property manager about the nonzero amount of water flooding my kitchen.
Managed to do all my stupid little exercises for my stupid little lower back without incident only to immediately be rendered immobile by *spins wheel* trying to sweep up Coleslaw’s floor kibble from last night
Just took fresh pictures of the new pool of water under the stove, yay
someone give me a time machine so I can go back to 1954 and change this guy’s typewriter ribbon
Me: I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve probably made every possible typo in my time, surely there is nothing my fingers could surprise me with at this point Also me: *types “cloacal office” instead of “local office”*
Me: is there any document more irritating to transcribe than a birth certificate The death certificate waiting for me: bonjour
Marius: I am a lawyer, I am so smart!! Marius: *hears volley of gunshots, sees Eponine collapse* Marius: omg Eponine what happened to you????
(I promise today is normal autistic Les Mis posting, I am upright and wearing clothes and making soup and everything)
Enjolras: I have only one love and she is Patria Grantaire: one day I will have man’s babies
Enjolras: the people will come when we call!! The Amis’ idea of organizing: *sitting in their favorite bar talking philosophy*
One thing about the Les Miserables 40th Anniversary All-Star Cast Recording is everybody sounds like they’re having so much fun :)
Javert say “a man your age…to be as strong as you are…” without sounding thirsty af challenge level impossible
Right before we got the Covid stay home/social distance order in South Dakota, I was talking to a group of my friends, one of whom was also one of my medical providers (small town). This friend was well used to having to temper my hypochondria.