(Glances at AO3 stories left un-updated for 2 years. Glances away as if I didn’t see that.)

If food waste is a concern, I wonder if US-style leftover culture will spread, except I don’t know how that might impact disposable container consumption.

Personally I’m okay with slice of life stuff. It’s about the experience rather than the plot, but I get it if that’s not your jam.

I want a picture rail so it’s easy to hang all them things.

Given my extremely ambiguous feelings about some of my uncles, I dunno that it always means that much.

Shit, I’m down

My problem is that I would end up more unfitted granny-hippie than punk. Just wear shit inspired by hanfu, caftans, and elastic waist pants. Me and my muumuu don’t need no tailor.

I have mixed feelings about this because it often ends up meaning that people feel entitled to free female labor. What do I get out of this village, huh? Do I at least get a casserole?

So many deadbeat dudes who finally got served divorce papers just turn around and snag another woman to dump all the domestic labor onto.

That makes me think of shit like Karahan Tepe or Poverty Point. How would they organize to build cool shit without a centralized authority? Or maybe it was a centralized authority but it wasn’t hierarchical?

Man, assuming they have the money, indigenous tribes also in the US could do some amazing solarpunk shit. Renewable energy like this, rewilding and traditional sustainable land management, maybe even guaranteed housing in a communal setting. But they have a hard time getting the feds to give them the funding for the treaty-mandated healthcare shit as it is.

Black Forager, whom I mostly follow on F-book.

hehe horsey

I have beef with him, tho TBF it’s mostly CS Lewis’s fault. Platonic ideals are social constructs, suck on that, fundagelicals who pretend to be intellectuals.

Who wants to go on a roadtrip to piss on said grave? Up yours, Plato.

I got into solarpunk mostly because I’m too butch for cottagecore, but I might be too granny to satisfy the punk requirements. I wanna stay on my couch and knit, you guys, I’m so tired.

Even if it’s not unusual, it’s still cool. I need a video essay, stat.

Strawberries is top of my list of things to start when I’m in a better situation to garden. Gotdamn squirrels got em when I tried before, and the maintenance guys just kicked over the barren-looking pots (tried to garden on the communal stoop since I don’t have a balcony or private patio, did not work).

Look at that, they don’t spend the majority of their lives grinding to keep capitalism afloat. Sounds nice.

This is the kind of thing I think about to get the useful bits out of the “touch grass” meme.

Unfortunately I’m not very good at it and time isn’t real until the stores put out the commercialized holiday crap: It’s only really summer when the 4th of July kitsch is put out on the shelves. It sucks and I want to be better about it.

I am a fan of replicas that I can put my grimy tourist hands all over.