when i start these entries, i copy the file from the previous entry because my blog system is a practically unusable astro site instead of something beautiful like wordpress. these past few weeks when i see the opening line of the previous i CANNOT believe that only 7 days have passed since that ancient time.

should i move to Ladywell because it rhymes with Babybel?

let’s rock and fuckin roll.

read the tea leaves.

feel the sea breeze.

have you ever listened to the song Someone’s Missing by MGMT?

it’s like 120 seconds long.

it spends the first minute and 15 just building tension.

there’s a change in the bass line that implies a diminished chord, right at the precipice, a rising snare drum roll,

and then it bursts; resolves to a perfect major chord with a loud bright descending bass line

it’s heavenly

but that moment just before, when all the tension is built up, and it’s just about to explode and you can’t take it anymore? isn’t that just where you’d like to pause the record?

when you are leaning back on a chair and you nearly fall but then you catch yourself

but just as you catch, before you know you’re not going to fall

when you’re just about to kiss someone for the first time, and you can taste their breath, the electric on their skin

and it’s inevitable, and you can feel it with your whole body

but before it is over

that is life

chicken, but we never back down

just tension, no release

we could crash into each other and explode

right here in the middle of the road

i love this time of the year. and i love you. and you look just like a wicker basket full of strawberries. and your emotions are a millimeter away.

it’s a big week. i’ll be going up to 🐞 ladybird land with the 🔬 laboratory, maybe see 🐞 lily. but before that there is 🔬 another day.

and i’ve learned i find it quite relaxing to close my eyes and picture myself on a plane that is nosediving and soon to crash into the ocean.

with all the beeping and emergency lights and the weeping and i am quietly sitting, gentle, smiling and waiting.

anyway. to bed with the rabbit. early start.

and the only strings anyone will be thinking about are the ones around babybels and the ones surrounded by quotation marks.

happy hallowevening week. i hope you are enjoying your the day after el dia de los muertos. from work at a place with long weeks and short months, to a party where the girls dance like loose fireworks — and i got misgendered so many times tonight and i shall not leave the house again:) can your gender too wash off in the rain?

and now i’m off to meet a colleague who just arrived from austria. i’m doing cannon over bridge, because the Northern Line was originally conceived of as a form of punishment for petty thieves and vagrants (the Central Line for more sinister criminals) and this way there are more pleasant snakes.

someone took a disliking to me outside a train station and told their friends they were going to smack me but they never did.

what else?

i’m sure there’s something.

who knows.

this really is my season

october rabbits

all twinkly inside

skies are dusty orange and hot purple

though today

sleepy rabbits

sppooky rabbits

• feel it, what you’re feeling; let it go
• even if you need it: let it go
• breathing, keeping even, letting go
• even if you need it: let it go

brother, can you spare a sigil ?

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my week was working, and occasionally i would eat some tuna fish. and then sometimes i went outside and walked around.

big week next week.

did you know that Request has a .destination property that you can look at to know if the request is an import() in a js file, or a in a stylesheet context, or the src of an iframe? and you can look at that in a service worker. so you can, say, detect if the person has done import "./file.css" in a js file and if so send rewrite their css into a bit of javascript that injects it into the head.

it’s extremely cool!

you know what else you can do? you can postMessage the bytes of a request from the service worker back to the main thread so that the kernel gets smaller and the all the power you could imagine lives in userland?

anyway

it’s nice to have an anchor, or a magnet.

i hope you enjoy the song