![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
There isn't an Ebola outbreak at Burning Man. Just to make that clear. But Twitter is losing its fucking mind about a fantastically hilarious fake tweet that seems to have got way out of hand.
Having my brother over yesterday was a lot of fun, but intensely exhausting. After he left, I ate a brownie from the freezer, and then I ate way too much garbage, and stayed up until nearly 2am watching old Big Fat Quiz episodes like a fucking weirdo. I just wound up flipping through episodes at random, really trying to find the one where Jonathan Ross kept telling unhinged anecdotes to make everyone lose their shit, but I couldn't remember which one it was. I ended instead on the one where the Ancient Fucks and Rob Beckett wound up bullying Richard Ayoade over his tray of sweets, in what I do still feel like ended in a genuine outburst. It's such an uncomfortable, weird moment that's really only funny because it's so jarring and out of place.
Which is all to say that I got precisely fuckall done after my brother left. I did not upload anything like I planned to. I barely cleaned up. We don't have kids, so my niece was basically brought over to a strange house, with a couple of strange men she'd never seen before, and told not to wander too far, with no one to really play with. She didn't want anything to do with my husband or I, which is expected at that age. She's only just turned three. But I have some stuffed animals that we let her play with, and gave her my crayons and some paper to draw with, and that kept her mostly entertained. She still wanted to go explore the back of the apartment and the kitchen where I have 800 knives, so my brother had to keep wrangling her back.
At one point he snuck off to go hide behind the curtain that blocks off the hallway so he could vape without being right in front of the kid, and he passed my record collection. He stopped to look at them, and commented on the size of the collection. Then, behind the curtain, he spotted the comics I have stacked up in the hall, which are in about eight shortboxes. He knows I'm into comics, but I don't think he's ever seen the collection before, and vocalised his surprise at the size of it (which would be even bigger, had I not lost at least two boxes somewhere in a move). Then, back out in the front room, he finally spotted all my NES and SNES cartridges, which aren't even that big of a collection really. But I guess I have more than the average person in 2023. But at this point I was becoming gleefully amused at his bewilderment, and I told him that this is what happens when you're in your 40s and don't have kids.
It was nice to have him over though, even if completely knackering. I haven't got much else on today, so I think while I'm still somewhat stoned, I'm going to just chill out and do some work on getting the site put back together. There's a couple things I'd like to do, but I'd need to renew some premium plugins for it and I don't want to spend money on that right now.
Having my brother over yesterday was a lot of fun, but intensely exhausting. After he left, I ate a brownie from the freezer, and then I ate way too much garbage, and stayed up until nearly 2am watching old Big Fat Quiz episodes like a fucking weirdo. I just wound up flipping through episodes at random, really trying to find the one where Jonathan Ross kept telling unhinged anecdotes to make everyone lose their shit, but I couldn't remember which one it was. I ended instead on the one where the Ancient Fucks and Rob Beckett wound up bullying Richard Ayoade over his tray of sweets, in what I do still feel like ended in a genuine outburst. It's such an uncomfortable, weird moment that's really only funny because it's so jarring and out of place.
Which is all to say that I got precisely fuckall done after my brother left. I did not upload anything like I planned to. I barely cleaned up. We don't have kids, so my niece was basically brought over to a strange house, with a couple of strange men she'd never seen before, and told not to wander too far, with no one to really play with. She didn't want anything to do with my husband or I, which is expected at that age. She's only just turned three. But I have some stuffed animals that we let her play with, and gave her my crayons and some paper to draw with, and that kept her mostly entertained. She still wanted to go explore the back of the apartment and the kitchen where I have 800 knives, so my brother had to keep wrangling her back.
At one point he snuck off to go hide behind the curtain that blocks off the hallway so he could vape without being right in front of the kid, and he passed my record collection. He stopped to look at them, and commented on the size of the collection. Then, behind the curtain, he spotted the comics I have stacked up in the hall, which are in about eight shortboxes. He knows I'm into comics, but I don't think he's ever seen the collection before, and vocalised his surprise at the size of it (which would be even bigger, had I not lost at least two boxes somewhere in a move). Then, back out in the front room, he finally spotted all my NES and SNES cartridges, which aren't even that big of a collection really. But I guess I have more than the average person in 2023. But at this point I was becoming gleefully amused at his bewilderment, and I told him that this is what happens when you're in your 40s and don't have kids.
It was nice to have him over though, even if completely knackering. I haven't got much else on today, so I think while I'm still somewhat stoned, I'm going to just chill out and do some work on getting the site put back together. There's a couple things I'd like to do, but I'd need to renew some premium plugins for it and I don't want to spend money on that right now.
