tombstone blues

so I’d totally missed till now that we see Mulder’s apartment for like five seconds in “Deep Throat”, and that his kitchen is totally unrecogniseable, not just because it looks completely different from the kitchen we see in “Chinga” (do we see the kitchen any other time?), but also because he is like, actually cooking in it? baby. there’s something that might be a can which suggests that it’s soup, but I’m really hoping it’s not soup, because half a second later Scully calls him and then he figures out the phone’s being tapped and just kind of stands there contemplating it, and probably shortly wanders off to do something Very Important and forgets all about the thing on the stove until it is ON FIRE. and I say I’m hoping it’s not soup for that reason, but then I have personally set a pot of boiling water on fire because I wandered off to do More Important Things and forgot it existed until HUGE LEAPING FLAMES REMINDED ME, so really, nothing is safe. (no, I don’t know how the water caught on fire. spite, probably.) 
mostly I’m just really proud this loser appears to have actually remembered to buy groceries, though. please do not set your stove on fire while the surveillance van is watching, babe.

so I’d totally missed till now that we see Mulder’s apartment for like five seconds in “Deep Throat”, and that his kitchen is totally unrecogniseable, not just because it looks completely different from the kitchen we see in “Chinga” (do we see the kitchen any other time?), but also because he is like, actually cooking in it? baby. there’s something that might be a can which suggests that it’s soup, but I’m really hoping it’s not soup, because half a second later Scully calls him and then he figures out the phone’s being tapped and just kind of stands there contemplating it, and probably shortly wanders off to do something Very Important and forgets all about the thing on the stove until it is ON FIRE. and I say I’m hoping it’s not soup for that reason, but then I have personally set a pot of boiling water on fire because I wandered off to do More Important Things and forgot it existed until HUGE LEAPING FLAMES REMINDED ME, so really, nothing is safe. (no, I don’t know how the water caught on fire. spite, probably.) 

mostly I’m just really proud this loser appears to have actually remembered to buy groceries, though. please do not set your stove on fire while the surveillance van is watching, babe.

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it just. keeps getting worse. oh dear shed better be ready for the medical bills

I’ve been keeping a list of expenses to bill the both of them and I’m definitely owed replacements for a desk chair, a pair of jeans, and a starfish by now, so. 

rhizomatous:

Coyote riding public rail in Portland, OR (via)

rhizomatous:

Coyote riding public rail in Portland, OR (via)

ryanpanos:

Google Maps Glitches | Emilio Vavarella | Via

As sophisticated as it is, Google Maps is fundamentally the same type of thing cartographers have been making for centuries. It’s a flat, scaled representation of our planet. That means decisions have been made about what to show and what to leave out. At any given level of zoom, you can see only a certain subset of streets, of cities, of tributaries or topography. Even today, some streets are missing or mislaid. It feels omniscient, but its omniscience is made by humans, for humans.

Google Street View is something entirely different: a photographic document of world. It’s more objective and indelible than even the most accurate satellite-aided map. And that’s a bit unsettling. When every acre on Earth is catalogued for us to see, where will all the mysteries hide?

Thankfully, Google’s nine-eyed robot cameras and their attendant code aren’t quite omniscient either. And as Emilio Vavarella shows us in his screenshots, the places where that system breaks down have a mystery all their own.

im so disgusted by these idiots i feel victimized stop gill a 2k14

I ALMOST FELL DOWN IN THE STREET AND GOT RUN OVER BY A TAXI IN THE MIDDLE OF UNION SQUARE TODAY 

ARE YOU WILLING TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THIS, GILLIAN

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GILLIAN
BE COOL

I’m still really tired and really depressed but today I went to an open call that turned out to be… slightly different than the sort of thing I expected, so I ended up getting matched up to several different retailers and I have an interview with the Gap tomorrow and one with H&M on Friday morning? aaaaaaaaah. (I haven’t had non-food interviews in ages.) 

also Gamble and I got dinner and tried on dresses and the fortune telling machine on St Marks would only speak to me in eldritch dial-up static, and then we mimed furiously and rudely at each other from either side of the Union Square subway station. also she hit me in the face with a comic, like, twice. I love her. even if I mimed cutting her throat in front of like fifty commuters.

Anonymous said:
Hey there, sometimes shit just happens and it's not because you did anything. And I know this is a ginormous cliché but I you're a lovely person and you deserve all the happiness in the world.

while this may theoretically be true, so much overwhelming, agonising, exhausting, and occasionally toxic shit has happened in the last eight months that I don’t know how I’ve survived, that I have really survived, or how I’m going to keep surviving long enough to find out if there’s another side. and there’s been so much that’s gone so wrong and if I weren’t terrible at basically everything maybe the first things wouldn’t have gone wrong and I wouldn’t be in the position for the others to even be viable, and why, when I think I am working very hard, can I not catch a break? 

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my street looks a little less grey today #nyc

my street looks a little less grey today #nyc

on E Houston. #nyc

on E Houston. #nyc

  • varying degrees of migraine since last night
  • (my mother sent me a care package recently with two huge bottles of Excedrin in it though)
  • hangin’ out for over an hour in the social services office for an appointment that turned out to be just… getting papers photocopied. but with like three separate lines and an absurd amount of waiting time in their Terrible Purgatory Basement
  • the entire social services office is in a basement. even the upper floors are, by some horrifying sorcery, basement. like, you can sort of see the sky from the really really blocked up windows, but it’s clearly an illusion because you are in a basement and everything is dead yellow-gray and florescent lights and despair and basement
  • I mean I was glad to get out of there as soon as my papers were done being filed or whatever they were doing with them but I’d like to know if, like, I’m going to get health coverage at any point ever, and if my food stamps are going to refresh themselves next month and if I’m getting any kind of cash assistance but really mostly is anyone going to make it so that I can afford to see a psychiatrist 
  • at least today the staff I came into contact with were just aloof, not actively condescending and dehumanising!!!
  • also this post-migraine nausea nonsense is still going

Easter sunrise picnic. by the water, with doughnuts and hymns, just the way my family always does.

Easter sunrise picnic. by the water, with doughnuts and hymns, just the way my family always does.