Ask yourself: what’s good about this moment right now? Is the sun out? Can you hear birds? Are you drinking coffee? Can you smell freshly cut grass? Is your bed soft and warm? These little things are oh so precious and yet seem so arbitrary.
Seriously though my experience with fandom is like if I brought my cake to what I thought was a bake sale but it was actually a cut throat baking competition that’s been held for decades and has a history of politics and factions and rules that I don’t know anything about
And even though everyone is complaining about how you have to follow the latest baking trend to stay competitive everyone is very nice about my relatively simple and obviously amateur cake and tell me that they like it when they try some
But also very mean about their own cakes? Even when they are professional baker quality
one of the guys in the kitchen at work got called irritating and replied “I am not irritating. You just find me irritating. There are many people who love me.” I think we should all adopt his attitude
thinking about how my old university’s automatic email generation gave my friend Andy Ryan the email address ARYAN88
Way, way back in the day, because I am ancient, our university assigned us email addresses you couldn’t have changed, which included your first initial, middle initial, part of your surname, and the last five digits of your social security number. They stopped doing that after people kicked up a huge fucking fuss, but…
… I think I’d still rather have that one than your friend’s. Damn.
My old job assigned me “cajones” and I had to very, very gently tell them that I could not and would not send professional emails with it because my email would be balls@company.com
I just cackled so loud it scared the dogs.
My mom had a colleague whose name was something like Sara Tan and was given “satan@job.com”
When I was in college, Windows used to leave the username of the last user who logged in in the login form, and a bunch of my friends became obsessed with he username (not the person, just the username) of some poor young woman named (I believe) Sarah M Boomgartner.
The username was “BOOMGASM”
I knew a person called Polly Oppenheimer, and so “poop@uni.com” haunted her till she finished her PhD.
Someone in upper management of a company I used to work for was Sally Odom
Or, according to her signature, sodom.
back in high school I had a teacher named Jim Christie. emailing him at J.Christ@schoolboard.org was always fun
I once had to register for an event by emailing an administrative assistant whose surname was Litburn. Her first name started with a C. You can imagine what the email was…
Someone hit me with their car and I got isekai’d to a world that’s really similar to my old one except in this one my collarbone is mysteriously broken
