It’s not near where I live now (I haven’t been to enough places here yet), but if you’re ever in New York and come across a town called Fillmore, treat it like the plague.

My work barely overlaps with peoples’ attitudes, but I wouldn’t say I don’t have my own reaction to this observation.

At most maybe half an hour. People here are quick about that.

Now getting there is another matter.

When it comes time for the dolphins to sleep, have the dolphins sleep in designated places in a certain position corresponding to the candidate they want. To sleep facing East means they want Candidate A to be their leader. To sleep facing West means they want Candidate B to be their leader. Then have trusted individuals count the sleepers. They will wake up to their new president.

The only actual slur I know of is that North Koreans call Americans “white devils”. Which is ironic if you know North Korea’s racial demographics compared to America’s.

*they, not they’re

Well there goes my Judge Judy idea.

My earliest memory is from when I was five because my memory isn’t very reliable, but I can tell you a bit of what happened before that based on the things I was told.

There was some kind of medical condition that would run in my family. My birth parents, which included my mom who was in her 20’s and my dad who was in his 60’s, met because they were nuclear testing refugees and settled in a separate territory. They wanted kids but every time they’d have one, they’d notice the medical condition (which is said to be what later manifested in me in another way) take hold and got paranoid and probably had all seven of us because of that out of fear that too few would mean everyone would succumb to it, me being the youngest of seven sisters, a trait my birth mother also had. After me, they succumbed to the (still unclear) medical condition, it was some seemingly uncharted strand of the Epstein-Barr virus and it would manifest similar to the sleeping sickness. They’re didn’t die, just became not responsive to everyday contact.

There were different circumstances surrounding me and my sisters, so while I was adopted by a single adoptive mother, who is the foster sister of my birth grandfather (she actually wasn’t even from the same culture so it counted as an interracial adoption) and took advantage of his unisex name to rename me after him (many people don’t get the unisex memo though, they hear my name and wrongly automatically think “male”), they were adopted by a single adoptive father who then married my adoptive mother, making them my step-sisters as well (the reason I have one last name and they have others), something I’m simultaneously super grateful for as well as regret feeling distanced due to. We then moved to the US because there were no schools in the area in the Pacific where we were and because the same grandfather (whose home I inherited two years ago and who I had the biggest bond with) lived there.

As someone without friends, I hear a lot of “if you want friends, get a job.”

Plot twist: I actually do have a job, many of them don’t.

Good as long as it’s less than three words off the mark.

It may vary in strength based on the particular fish individual, but the average experience is very fulfilling.

Not really issues, but if there are two things I noticed everyone promises during campaigns but nobody delivers on, it’s “I’ll look through classified documents and reveal the truth about aliens” and/or “I’ll remove Daylight Savings Time so it’s the same time all year”.

Seriously, it’s almost a century down the road and nobody by now has done the bipartisan thing of repealing a law about something like our clocks which would take like a moment?

I can’t speak for the people who brought this on, but I would guess it’s a combination of how much they were adhered to as well as the complexity, uniqueness, and effectiveness of the narratives attached to them.

My mom adopting me.

Supposing I were into drugs (not saying I’m not), my options feel limited since there are doubts that my medically challenged body would take it well.

Yes, and I’ve done a variant of this. I do a lot of art and lately have been trying a little of every art medium. Sketches, digital art, chalk art, tattooing, baking cakes, crop circles, etc. When I stop doing something, it’s like my emotional focus turns off though.

I haven’t genuinely enjoyed myself in so long, that’s something I think I may have lost. I have no idea how I’ll get it back.

Wdym?

TIL there was an Australian gold rush.