boppinrobin replied to your post: dear squiddlyfucking hell i am tired of tires

VIVIAN :(

today is full of fuck

but also full of I actually got shit done, which is unlike me

so yeah

also, wow

my user agent switcher for chrome is not working

did tumblr update again to make it more impossible to get around its new idiot posting system or what

edit: n/m, now i just have to tell it to pretend to be safari, WTF TUMBLR

roachpatrol:

also 2/4 postcard commissions are still open!

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got my mom’s remaining pieces from her show, took them to staples and boxed them up to UPS them across the country

then went to buy Udo a tire

first place I went: closed on weekends

second place I went: no used, only new

third place I went: did have used tires that fit his rims, quoted me $40, but hahaha the used one they put on was dented and obviously leaking, there was a bubble stream coming out of the tread which I could see because it was still wet from being dunked in the tank that is supposed to show you if it’s leaking (wtf)

so I said um, no, this is unacceptable, and the guy who put it on went to get the guy who knew what he was doing, who was extremely apologetic and told guy A to get that shit off there posthaste

then presumably because he could tell I was more than a little ticked off at having to stand around and wait for ages for an obviously fucked-up tire, put a new one on the rim 

guy who didn’t know what he was doing (and didn’t speak English, which is totes not his fault, but it made it difficult to get my questions answered) put the new one on and took Udo off the jack

I ask what they pumped the tire up to because it looks considerably more inflated than is usual

I have to ask this several times even after Guy B showed back up, eventually get my point across; guy A apparently tells him it’s 50

I’m like, can you please take twenty out of it then because they’re supposed to be 30 pounds all round

for some reason this confuses both guys like whoa and I have to ask them several more times before it gets through, and they let down the new tire to a reasonable pressure

Guy B takes me into the office to ring me up and hesitates when writing out the price, but I think he made a very wise decision when he just wrote $40 on the ticket

yay brand new tire for $40, but christ up a telephone pole I earned that

but now Udo’s spare is back in its rightful place so if the new one does blow out for sheer narrative causality I can put the spare back on

I’m inviting the wrath of god on my head

I’m cooking NOT THE PASTA THAT CAME IN THE BOX with the plastic yellow sauce

if I’m not on by tomorrow night somebody better come claim all my computer shit because I will have been devoured by the eldritch abominations as per kraft inc. protocol

If you aren’t already reading this series by tatterdemalionAmberite and titianArchivist, what the fuck is your deal, because it is AMAZING. We have Captorcest of the non-gloopy-dumbass variety; we have body horror of the purest ray serene; we have legitimately well-thought-out technological detail, xeno shit that makes actual sense, and best of all, we have ourselves some writing that is both needle-sharp and tapestry-complex. These authors are weaving a universe that needs to be read and reread and reread, like the best of all stories, in order to catch each last nuance; and unlike so many Sol/Psii situations, this one develops in a way that makes sense and feels right, not in any way forced, and explores in beautiful depth what it means to be psionic—and what it means to be a ship. 

Love this fucking series to tiny bits.