Source: _patriciaribeiro_

not right now babe im busy thinking about how ill die before learning all the languages i want to learn and reading all the books i want to read and consuming all the media i want to consume and going all the places i want to go and meeting all the people i want to meet and loving all the things i want and am meant to love, but maybe that forces me to enjoy the fleeting time i have left in a manner that would've been otherwise impossible had i had all the time in the world to get my fill of knowledge, love and everything in between

Guys. Obviously I’m a completely unhinged Rebels fan. Maybe you already knew that. But from the first moment we saw, Adelphi (base?) I KNEW something was going to happen.

Want to know why?

A Y-Wing Bomber led us to the island. You know. Like the ones they liberated from Reklam in Steps into Shadow. (I know! Maybe not one of the same ones so many years later, but I just watched that ep so I was thinking about it.) Maybe that was the one Zeb flew in on!!

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) like in Mystery of Chopper Base

Definitely thought it was the Starbird at first, but an orange republic symbol?! I thought those were usually red/maroon…

Then - a helmet collection?!?

GARAZEB ORRELIOS?!?

Also, maybe this is totally wrong, but I was looking at all of the helmets and that one looked a lot like the one Kanan wore in The Occupation.

The Cowboy Man

And we got both a Sabacc line and THEN later on we even got the Puffer Pig line, both from Idiot’s Array.

Maybe some of these are a stretch, but either way that was a GREAT episode for us.

not dead yet

the way i enjoy baseball isn't that unusual in the age of short attention spans i guess, but i rarely think about a game as a holistic nine innings. i love the individual moments, like wow! vientos got a grand slam, or awww! i get to hear "my girl" again as lindor comes up. even something like, great job! you struck out ohtani, i'm into that. it's why it never bothered me whether the mets won or lost. (there's probably someone out there calling it a "coping strategy").

all of my favourite parts about baseball that tie these moments together, like warm days at the ballpark or GKR on the call, are not available right now. the commentators on fox are, to be generous, jackasses, it's october in new york so it's getting cold, and the ballpark isn't the relaxed experience of the regular season. even my husband, the more traditional sports fan, gets visibly (albeit temporarily) upset when things go awry.

but there's still hope in the city. i talked to some strangers mets fans on the subway yesterday, something that really only happens when the vibes are good. and while the coverage depicts hoards of folks leaving citi field early, i see my husband, my friends and neighbours who are there staying until the very end, because that's what it means to show support.

the mets aren't dead yet and i will not quit on them. i didn't quit at those games i was at when they were 0 - 5, and i won't quit now.

(i will listen to the radio coverage again tonight though because i just can not with fox anymore, i think i'd hate baseball if that was how it was all the time.)

Of all the "Answers" to the Fermi Paradox, I think the one that fills me with the most sorrow is the "Early Bird" answer. Because there is nothing we can do about it.

Our galaxy is still in one of it's earliest generations of stars that could have life bearing planets. So we just got here too fast compared to everyone else. Like a child so eager and excited to rush outside and play with the other kids of the neighborhood...only to find every other house on every street is empty.

god. wow. yeah

I went to the small pizzeria in a nearby village last month and asked for a calzone, and when she brought it to me the owner had a look on her face I can only describe as bitter.

Naturally my first assumption was that she was judging me for my food order (maybe calzones are too easy compared to other pizzas and she felt under-challenged as a pizza chef?), but then I looked at my calzone and the more I looked at it, the more I felt like it might have been a failed attempt at a cat calzone.

(I didn't ask for a cat calzone, just a calzone.)

If I had immediately identified it as a cat calzone I would have of course said something about it, such as "Aww that's so cute! You made it in the shape of a cat!! Thank you!" — but it was too late. I hesitated too long, and it was just failed enough that I wasn't sure it was meant to be a cat.

I think this poor woman knew her cat calzone was a failure and I wouldn't be able to recognise her effort for what it was, hence the bitterness in her eyes when she brought it to me.

I asked my friend if my pizza looked like a cat to her, and she said "Are you saying this because of the olives? I think they were just placed randomly."

no, I think they were meant to be eyes, and a cat nose. And those are the ears. Wait, I'll turn it in your direction so you can see

Friend: "It's just a pointy calzone... Maybe you should ask the chef if she meant to make it a cat?"

If I tried to make a cat calzone and the recipient of this gift went like 'hey, sorry, is this weird-looking thing meant to be cat?' I would sell my pizza restaurant and drown myself in the river.

After considering this, my friend said we could brainstorm a better phrasing—but then we ended up agreeing that since the chef didn't go 'haha sorry I tried to make a cat and failed!!' when she brought my pizza, the options were a) she didn't try to make a cat; b) she feels humiliated by her failure, and either way it's better to say nothing.

But I felt deeply curious about this unresolved mystery, so this week when I went back to the pizzeria I asked for a calzone again.

The options were now: a) the chef brings me a better, recognisable cat calzone and I immediately remark upon it and she's happy and we erase the failed cat calzone from the historical record and never mention it ever;

or b) the chef brings me a normal calzone, which suggests that the vague cat shape from last time was accidental and just another instance of chronic cat pareidolia.

(I refused to consider option c) The chef brings me another failed, hardly-recognisable cat. She just doesn't seem like the kind of person who would let that happen to her twice.)

Here's the photo of the failed cat calzone from last time, which, according to my friend, just looks like a pointy calzone with randomly-placed olives and not a deliberate attempt to make a cat:

And here's what the chef brought me this time:

THAT'S A CAT.

I knew it!!!!

And it looks so sad!! This cat calzone looks like it will burst into olive oil tears if you once again fail to identify it as the cat that it is

But I didn't; I was so ready this time. I went "A cat!!!!! It's so cute!" and the chef went like yes!!! I tried to make one last time but it looked weird :(

I said I was pretty sure it was a cat last time and apologised for not bringing it up and she said no, it's my responsibility to make it a decent cat. She also said she was glad I'd come back and ordered another calzone because she was really bothered ("vraiment embêtée") by that first failed attempt, and wondering if I'd noticed an attempt was made (and failed)

That's so relatable. It's like when you make a really embarrassing spelling mistake in a text and you're not sure if the other person has seen it and is judging you for it. Should you bring it up? Can it go unnoticed if you don't? It's the cat calzone equivalent of that. I'm so glad we were able to clear the air.

name the song in 5 seconds competition but it’s all the ink spots

Amazing Restaurant in Italy 🇮🇹 🇮🇹

thinking about postcards as a form of love language, like "hey I'm in this completely different place on earth but I'm still thinking about you. here's a little picture of this thing I saw"

Doctor Lilith Sternin Crane

Cheers - Norm, Is That You?

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