She Lets Me Hit Because Every Day Is An Opportunity

everything is about reaching the ending except for the ending which is about wanting to go back to the start

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.

i dont even read posts that are more than 30 notes. its all just highly produced shlock made to be consumed by an audience, instead of real art. theres no heart. theres no rain. it stopped raining here 5 years ago and all the rivers have run dry and the postman (postwoman, because our town went woke) stopped showing up. i ran out of food and i dont like facebook. there are twelve matte black birds who caw ar the top of each hour and every day im getting closer to their last beautiful note. god help me

House of Leaves is great, but taken as a book entire it really is an unparalleled source of exposure therapy for ‘should of’ instead of ‘should’ve’ (and the other variants thereof).

i love archeology for the sole reason of knowing that we've always been the same. we've always admired the stars, always wondered about the purpose, the creation, the higher power. we're connected by art, music, dance, laughter we've shared with eachother. i can feel our history in every handshake, in every smile, every tear on my cheek. we've always been human, looking up to the sky, wondering, searching for answers, feeling as alive as ever.

Italy...

Calling all 27 other regular Layla Ku listeners. She’s removed her music from Spotify does anyone know anything about it or have it saved anywhere?

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.)

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"

MLB has been rubbing secret, special mud on all the baseballs for the last 80 years to give them good grip and they just figured out why it works so well.

One guy collects the special mud from his family's fishing hole. This is the most baseball thing in the world.