Parents are here. First thing they wanted was breakfast-for-dinner, and since Shari's are all closed in Seattle, I took them to IHOP.
IHOP gave me the squarest dinner I've ever had. Square chicken fried steak, square hashbrowns, square cream gravy (how?). I think the eggs might be square under the hashbrowns.
Thoughts Before Bed
I'm laying in bed, 500 feet from the Pacific Ocean. It's midnight, so I can't see it. But I can hear it, like the gentle rumble of air conditioning.
You read in books about the "Call to the Sea," the longing captains have to send themselves the unknown. It's very real, and I caught that bug the first time I ever saw the Pacific Ocean from here about ten years ago.
At that time, it was just a few minutes, staring into the forever waters at the end of the world. Now I've shared some extended time with that ocean, and that fascination has not waned. I feel there's something out there I want to see. Maybe something that would like to see me. And there's always the temptation to just walk into it, and swim as far as it will take me. Mostly I feel very small compared to the gigantic waves I see.
I love the ocean. I will need to visit this place again.
Tonight's Low Quality Ad is for this Double Wall Coffee Mug. Consider this. The Great Wall of China is thought to be the greatest wall of all time, but that only has one wall. This mug has twice as many walls. Incredible.
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Thirty Seconds of December 28, 2024
"For those who must ride out the storm, some significant portion will die, and the survivors will carry the psychological scars of this emergency for the rest of their lives. This is the material reality defining all non-cis people in Texas, regardless of how hopeful, faithful, or positive someone wants to be."
https://www.cristanwilliams.com/2024/12/25/why-im-leaving-texas-a-trans-activists-journey/
I think the ultimate "are you a local now" question is if you know who JP Patches is. The day I learned, I was issued a flannel and a latte.
Putting some of my toys back together, and suddenly heard the "snap" of broken plastic instead of a nice click on a peg locking in place. Dang it.
Two transforms of Devastator. TWO. And his hip is now loose. At least he will stand due to friction, but does anyone have a spare Hip Bracket for a "Vintage G1" Devastator?
Artist for Closetspace and A Wish for Wings
Creative Text Writer for MTG: Universes Beyond
Writer for Sea of Legends
One enchilada short of a Mexican Platter