“Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. Cannery Row is the gathered and scattered, tin and iron and rust and splintered wood, chipped pavement and weedy lots and junk heaps, sardine canneries of corrugated iron, honky tonks, restaurants and whore houses, and little crowded groceries, and laboratories and and flophouses. Its inhabitants are, as the man once said, ‘whores, pimps, gamblers, and sons of bitches,’ by which he meant Everybody. Had the man looked through another peephole he might have said, ‘Saints and angels and martyrs and holy men,’ and he would have meant the same thing.”—John Steinbeck, Cannery Row
This keeps happening, I’ll have my music on shuffle, and a song will come on that I’ve heard before, but suddenly I realize that, refracted through the lens of some Avengers-related thing, it is even better than I ever imagined.
So, new headcanon accepted, this song is completely, irrevocably pre-Iron Man Tony Stark, while he was still a whirlwind of booze and parties and meaningless sex and fast cars and war profiteering and extravagance and smiles that didn’t quite make it to his eyes.
My girlfriend and I are legit arguing DC versus Marvel, specifically whether or not Bruce Wayne or Tony Stark is more fucked up, or if they are equally fucked up just in different ways, is this the real life, is this just fantasy ?
It’s 6 AM and Mike is doing frantic laps around the room and frolicking with a paper towel tube and poking my knees with his tiny cold twitchy nose. He’s keepin’ me company because apparently sleep is just not gonna happen today. INSOMNIA BROS.
AND THEN the dude had forgotten to bring the right size of hole saw so I have to go back on Thursday. All of the dudes working at the hardware store did come to fawn over Mike and take pictures of him with their phones, though.
Wish me luck, tumblr, for I am venturing out of my apartment and into the wide world. Going by the hardware store to have them to cut holes in the sides of Mike’s cage-tubs so I can put in a tube between them, so he has twice the amount of space. Been planning this for a while but ugh human interaction can’t I stay inside and write fanfic instead? I promised to bring Mike along in his carrier, too, since one of the guys had never seen a hedgehog and wanted to say hi. He’s gonna be angry at me for dragging him somewhere he doesn’t know. :/
I definitely go through phases when I have no problem with interacting with humans strangers but now is not one of those times.
Who in the name of everything that is good and decent invented this hour in the morning, why is it when I’ve finally, finally gotten to sleep after hours of trying, there’s someone knocking at the door before 9 AM? Isn’t that against some law of the universe?
Wow, that sure is a shitty thing your aunt did. D: Humans are weird and scary, I can actually relate because I’m the TARDIS.
Yeahhh. She meant well and everything, but still, bad idea. I don’t quite understand why people forget that children need their privacy just as much, if not more, than adults. The whole idea of parental controls on things, and being able to track and control every aspect of your kids’ lives. It’s just unreasonable. Also, high five for not understanding how the humans work! o/
No event springs to mind in particular. Like everyone, there are times I wish I could go back and tell teenage me to get over myself and be nicer to other people. There are quite a few little interactions I’d go back and change, because I have a bad habit of hurting people’s feelings without meaning to and only realizing what I’ve done after because humans are weird and complicated.
A time I felt used
Augh, this is also a hard one. So this is… not really used, exactly, so much as a time I had my privacy invaded, but it was kind of for an agenda. I’ll get to that. But there was a time my aunt like, rifled through all the floppy disks in my desk drawers (that’s right, let’s show JUST HOW OLD I AM) and systematically read through all the word documents on them? Like, while I was in the house, even. Just went right in and started helping herself. They had, like, some porny fanfiction (I don’t even remember what fandom) and some stuff that I’d been writing, both ~creative things and like, just personal reflections and general musings on my own life.
And then she like, called me into my room to HAVE A TALK about what she’d found, something about how the dirty things I was reading (quite gleefully, despite being like maybe 12 at the time, shush I was precocious, I’d been reading that sort of thing for a year or two) weren’t appropriate for me and how I shouldn’t read them any more? Also, I don’t remember the details, but at least one of those word docs had definitely had something about me being in love with my (current) girlfriend (who had no idea as of yet because I’d not told ANYONE I liked girls yet, ahaha wow GREAT WAY TO BE OUTED FOR THE FIRST TIME). Anyway, she wasn’t terribly approving of either (she’s pretty well Mormon let’s just put it that way) and like, wasn’t MEAN about any of it but wanted to ~help me change my ways~. She didn’t succeed, of course, but she did ensure that I never fully trusted her ever again, and rightly so.
WOW that was a long answer that only sort of fits, oops.