Desperately Trying To Normalize Brittany Broski So That I Can Film A Bi-weekly Chalkboard Yapp Sesh That

Desperately trying to normalize Brittany Broski so that I can film a bi-weekly chalkboard yapp sesh that lasts for 4 hours. I think figuring out the camera angles so that I could get the chalkboard, the mirror I talk to, and the padded room all in the same frame [two camera setup?] is something to do some deep thought on.

I'm printing this out and putting it next to Who Goes Nazi in my bag. My friends are going to get a new print out. Thanks.

Watching the “you will excel at what you measure” trap devour basic moral practice in real time is fascinating in a terrible kind of way

@inbabylontheywept

If you haven't already read this.

I would not say that I'm a scary-looking guy. I don't dress particularly alt, just pretty basic dad rock band tees, black skinny jeans with a chain, plenty of assorted jewellery and accessories, dyed black hair and seven piercings around my head, but this is apparently enough to make old people give me A Very Long Stare. But this post isn't about them.

Today I was walking homeward, and there were these two kids (about 8-10 years old?) standing in the middle of the road. They stood there talking, one was on foot but the other one had a pastel pink bicycle, which she had apparently unintentionally stationed horizontally across the walkpath, so the two effectively blocked the whole way. So I kept my eyes on the girl with the bike the whole time I approached their happenstance roadblock.

Now, the finnish culture is both a high context culture and an introvert culture, which means that finns regularly behave like weird animals. A prolonged, maintained eye contact directed at a stranger is a mild, but certainly clear, aggressive gesture. Not as outright hostile as verbally telling them that they're in peoples' way and should move, but intended as a stern gesture to correct them anyhow. The way that dogs sometimes do that very specific low growl at misbehaving puppies, just to say "I have no intention to hurt you, but you better cut that shit out."

And the girl with the bike kept eye contact with me the whole time I approached, while pulling her bike out of the way in a pointedly slow, deliberate way. Looking down or away and moving the bike hastily would have been an apologetic gesture, and this kid clearly wanted to let me know she wasn't yielding just because she did, in fact, move out of the way. And once I was just about to pass, she said "hi?" to me, in a mildly confused and disgusted tone. Not confused by my intentions themselves, but by my evident audacity.

While this may not seem like anything odd, as I mentioned earlier, finns are an introvert culture. Talking to strangers unprompted is rude, a downright hostile act, more aggressive than prolonged eye contact but not as hostile as physically touching a stranger without warning. And I was caught off-guard so badly that I just said "hi" back to her while not slowing down as I passed them.

So just this week, I've had two random old people stare at me like they've correctly identified me as a Manmade Horror Beyond Their Comprehension, and this little girl dressed head to toe in pastels with a pink bike and sparkling unicorn backpack just glared right back at me and stared me down like Can I Fucking Help You.

I am seriously wondering if enough of you take Pitbull's lyrics and beautiful mind seriously enough.

"Turn that booty up."

If that isn't the product of a mind worth considering I don't know what is.

That's not quite what it means...

It's more "Joyful on the surface even if you're rotting deep inside".

Or possibly "Keep having a good time even though you're rotting inside."

Not industrial machinery.

But

"cuddle dumpster"

Sounds kinda.

one fun way of flirting is sending your partners "putting you in the cuddle <piece of industrial machinery>"

cuddle centrifuge

cuddle autoclave