@tenddisorder.bsky.social

Second Provincial Lady book, published 1932, has her and a friend joke about how an acquaintance might be a lesbian with a reference to The Well of Loneliness.

"omega used to mean something now everyone calls everyone an omega…" The good old days when ascribing a made up gender to a fictional character really meant something.

Reading Diary of a Provincial Lady. Some forty pages after her husband firmly refuses the acquisition of a new cat, he is found hanging out in the linen closet with it, eating cheese. Men and the cats they said they didn't want is also a persistent thing, it seems.

Archaeologist talking about dig accommodation: "one now-established scholar kept a tent expressly for (ahem) facilitating sociability. I always preferred tents for the exact opposite reason".

"Query: Does not a misplaced optimism exist, common to all mankind, leading on to false conviction that social engagements, if dated sufficiently far ahead, will never really materialise?" Upper middle class European ladies of the 1920s not so different from us.

It's so funny reading about Neolithic archaeology and they say things like "looks like this experiment at plant domestication failed, petering out after a few thousand years". Damn your standards are high.

As someone who enjoys podcasts about investigations into shit that turns spooky, it's a shame they almost always peter out into "there's definitely a world ending magical cult that we've temporarily defeated but we have no concrete proof of any of it so I guess it's back to the status quo".

Today I learned that Welles' War of the Worlds was preceded in 1926 by a satirical radio play broadcast on the BBC about a socialist uprising in Britain that concluded with the BBC being stormed. The general public were alarmed and one listener contacted the Admirality to demand the Navy weigh in.

Listening to a podcast where the dude's like "approaching the New World in the 1600s was terrifying. Now I was only ten but I came from London so I had seen my fair share of horror!" Really puts it into perspective.

Dreamed I was being snuggled by a huge invisible spider, like border collie sized. It was a surprisingly chill experience. Like I wanted it to stop but I could be reasonable about requesting assistance to moderate its affection.

Took one step outside my social media bubble and found someone earnestly expressing an opinion that I once gave to Xue Yang in a particularly outrageous mood.

Just tried to Google a quote from a show and the AI summary was straight up fanfic about my hypothetical relationship with a character from the show???

Finally got computer back after second trip to repair shop. In absolutely shocking news, it turns out that the problem was the one I told them it was on the first visit and they assured me was highly unlikely.

OK this character made such a spectacularly awkward love confession their beloved responded, "Hold the fuck on, I'm deciding on whether or not to call the cops," and I'm living for it.

Reading this sex scene in tense anticipation of the moment they FIX HIS DISLOCATED SHOULDER like jesus christ you can slap his ass and call him kitten when his arm is back in its socket.

Absolutely wheezing at the line "how brittle this nipple-motivated relationship of ours was". Honestly my dude you've been psychologically dependent on this guy's nipples since childhood, it might be time to consider therapy.