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Cake day: October 3rd, 2026

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  • Me Tor. Tor learn make woven grass from Tor-mum. Tor been make woven grass for long time. Tor forget when Tor small and not know how make woven grass. Tor only know that Tor make woven grass. It seem easy for Tor.

    Tor had Tor-child. Tor-child not know how do thing that Tor do easy. Tor forget that Tor-child need be taught. Tor forget learn not come easy, that many mistake happen. Tor tell friends that Tor-child dumb as rock. Tor-child learn so slow. Tor-child must be lazy.

    Tor-mum thought same thing. But all learn slow. All not know how until someone show how. Happenings make thoughts, become learning, become knowing - become rock where more learning and knowing be built. More rock, more knowing, easy learning. No rock, small knowing, hard learning. Tor should not think Tor better than Tor-child when Tor same age.


  • Not sure what your context and life story is. From my perspective it seemed like an aggressive and vitriolic choice where “stupid” would have sufficed. As an insult it seems to have a lot more cultural weight behind it which is why I called it a slur. Words are all just sounds, it’s the societal landscape which decides what they actually mean. My friends were telling me they’ve been hearing that word used a lot more frequently as an insult than they remembered from a couple of years ago, so I was particularly primed to make a comment on it.

    I am not in favour of censorship of people’s words at the state level. Language is a community project which should be dealt with at a community level. Which is why I said something. I think we should try to be a bit kind in how we speak.

    Now that I think about it I don’t think calling people stupid is helpful either. I feel like a lot of “stupidity”, especially as relates to politics, is about low quality schooling and a social media landscape which is designed to implant and further certain beliefs.

    Yeah anyway, I guess, mostly I’m tired of watching the world crumble around me and would like to start building things so this mostly ended up as a pile of my random thoughts. I hope you’re having a less tiring day today 😊







  • Australian here. Financially things are okay for me and most the people I know, but the general stress is getting to us all. I always feel so worn down. A weekend is enough time to not want to die but not enough time to get actually rested.

    I had to get a mouthguard because I’m grinding my teeth at night and the dentist said they’ve seen a spike in the number of people with the same problem. The stress is real and measurable.









  • Well, I once had chemical induced insomnia from a Pepsi I drank too late and even God himself couldn’t have fixed that one, it was annoying as heck. But what I did is I lay in bed and I thought about stuff all night. Currently I’m worldbuilding a space fic so it was mostly about space. And I started imagining what the scenes would look like, what dialogue I would write. I usually do that anyway to fall asleep but the damn chemicals did keep me up. I do not recommend the chemicals.

    So I guess, for real you actually do have to quit caffeine and alcohol. Also don’t give up and look at the internet. That shit is wakeful asf. I actually use it to banish grogginess in the morning, it is better than coffee. Also! Don’t ever look at the time. If you perceive the time going by it just stresses you out which slows down sleep. Time is an illusion. Even 1 hour of sleep will improve on how you currently feel.

    I guess you can try breathing and counting and stuff, I always find that I get bored doing that. That’s why I like to imagine things. But it has to specifically be unrelated to anything stressful. Godspeed my brothers.




  • Black cats with a white tuft of fur on the chest are often thought to be cat sidhe in the British Isles. There’s a famous story about one such cat - “One evening an old man was travelling home and he saw a group of six black cats walking on their hind legs bearing a coffin and announcing “The King of Cats is dead, the King of Cats is dead”. Then another cat came up to the old man and said “Tell Tom Tildrum that Tim Toldrum is dead.” The man went home to tell his wife about the strange occurance, but no sooner than he had relayed the final words, his cat, Tom, jumped up and announced “Tim Toldrum is dead? Why, then I’m the King of Cats!” And he leapt up the chimney and was never seen again.”