Week 51 of 2025

we’re post o’clockalypse now, and it’s okay. a little muted. hard to do magic.

good ideas always seem obvious after, i’m under no illusion that it was obvious to get there. it’s like that feeling when mdma first kicks in and the clear light adjusts and you can see right through the middle of the dance floor to the other side of the room. movement is still.

i went to edinburgh this week briefly. up on wednesday, back on thursday. saw john from work and sweet as ever lily. at the same time unexpectedly. got my lip bars sized down. when i swap them out for black hoops it’s over for all these bitches.

if someone told me “i can play the bagpipes” i’d have to ask “how can you tell?”

yesterday i sat around for a while crying about patchwork. i think i’ll be crying in and about work for a little while now. it will mean good ends, but for a while it will be wet.

if that first scare had panned out they’d be thirteen next year.

let’s, you and i, film a masterpiece with a logitech quickcam express. tell no one about it, maybe throw it away.

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that sound

what is that?

is the tape clicking?

🦋 https://bsky.app/profile/chee.party/post/3mahjfduifc2e

• watashi wa miku, miku
• oo ee oo
  • 私はミク
  • u i u
    • watashi wa miku, miku
    • ういう
      • i’m thinking miku, miku
      • oo eee oo
      • ∩ω∩

🦋 https://bsky.app/profile/chee.party/post/3majgmiyh6k2g

it feels nice; like a coffee shop in the winter just before it closes. does it come back around? how? when? i can wait

ok

oh i almost forgot. the second softer software society social took place on tuesday and it was extremely special. it had big “we were there” energy. as though some day i’ll look back on it and say to myself “oh it was so obvious what was coming next” whatever that is.

talking about whatever that is:

• mimi and me and lu are putting on some foc events next year.
  • subscribe to the calendar.
• the first will be jan 22nd.
  • it’s fully booked now, but join the waitlist
• and/or come and demo something weird you did to the computer.
  • if you’re not sure it fits, it definitely does.
    • if you think nobody other than you would care, it’s perfect.
      • submit, submit, submit.

one of the worst photos of me taken in some time is now out in the world being seen so many times. it’s okay. i’ll recover.

i have to make some music now, and draw some pictures of rabbits on pieces of paper. i’m lucky enough to be having dinner with becky avery tomorrow. what did i do to deserve this?

and then it will be christmas. it seems like so long since i didn’t cook christmas dinner for someone. but i guess it was really only a few years ago, when i made the pozole. ritual is out next week too. you can presave it on spotify here: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/quietparty/ritual

i’ll start working on being there for hopefully a release along with fountayne and a few others early next year. i have a todo item in my notebook “unlearn the lessons of futility”. at the newspaper i learned to give up quickly and easily, because there was never any point fighting with anyone, because it would just go some inevitable way coming down from some powerful somewhere. and nobody would ever say that directly, it was always hidden behind words that made it sound like we were having a conversation. i had to learn that “i think” means something like “you shall”. any softness of language was an illusion. conflict avoidance. in reality there was no negotiation, no wiggle room. i have to unlearn that now, along with many of the other ways i learned to behave in order to be suitable for that environment. a different person is called for now. becoming this person will be a somewhat excruciatingly painful process.

but. in the meantime we shall christmas. linda mccartney roasts for everyone. and a large fish.