Angela Quinton @aquinton@computerfairi.es

What an innocuous way to conclude over a decade of waiting. I got up just before dawn to get a drink and discovered that a new Boards of Canada song is out

I love ultra running but I feel like this season might be my last for a bit. Assuming I finish the 50-miler in Squamish in August, it would be nice to reclaim the hours that training requires. I could feel like makeup and nice outfits weren’t wasted because I have to get dressed for a run later.

I created the groversub in BeamNG.drive and it started making collision sounds and smoking all on its own, before anything interacted with it

It looks like they found a way to make me like Mario even less

Trans men fucking kick ass. I love my brothers so much.

in two months i'll be in Vancouver. i can't fucking wait. that stupid beautiful little rotten pockmark glittering on the west coast's cheek. all i love about that city is built on inequity and debt; all worth loving was there 10,000 years ago & will endure long after the city slides into the ocean

[whispering through time] in 3 months your wife will be back in the country. in 6 months she'll be a permanent resident. in 2 years people at work will call you "Angela". in 8 years you'll have run your first marathon. in 9 years you'll be on HRT. now go have dinner at Sawadee.

A photo storage site from the mid-2000s just emailed me to ask for money to preserve the photos I put on there 15 years ago and then forgot. I downloaded them before deleting the account. What a weird time capsule. Who was this guy from July 2008

Blasting my quads, calves, and back with this thing has improved my recovery time from running workouts, made me care about flossing, and improved my credit score

You know I keep that mf thang on me

After two hours out of the house with all four cats (for the sake of an open house) I am home, laid up with a bad back, and Oni is purring and rubbing her face all over me

She had diarrhea in this carrier 45 minutes ago, while we were parked down the block for a showing. We couldn’t do anything about it for 15 minutes. She is now bathed, the carrier is rinsed out and drying, and we are all fucking exhausted

Both of my forms can be elegant when needed. Thank you,
@Vulfolaic@twitter.com, for drawing me so well. #werewolf #tf

If you look in my drawers you’re in for a surprise

So far as I know, my options to experience this are

1) AR/VR (costly, cumbersome, can buy from a store, relies on others to model and program the experience [at first])

2) Psychedelic drugs (affordable, illegal, need to know a source, relies on the random and highly improbable intersection of my synapses and the universe to produce meaningful results)

3) Lucid dreaming (has never worked for me even once due to having an antagonistic brain)

Craning your changing head to look back at your feet and seeing the same lengthening, darkening, staccato pulses of movement and growth as the transformation's impossible living engine drives it on. Dumbstruck, helpless, elated. You wanted this. You still do.

Pressure on the fingertips as thickening nails press against nailbeds, their half-moon shapes distending into pale yellow teardrop-shaped claws. Sprawled on one's stomach on the floor, watching this happen to the hands stretched out in front of you.