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Warning: Contains some spoilers

There are two things Manako Kajii hates above all else: margarine and feminism. For Kajii, rich food and femininity are inextricably intertwined. But then, Manako Kajii is also a suspected serial killer, so her judgment is probably somewhat suspect. Kajii’s perspectives, motives, and possible guilt are at the heart of Butter, written by Asako Yuzuki and translated into English by Polly Barton. It is a novel about death, food and feminism, and what these can tell us about contemporary Japan.

Butter is the story of an investigation into who Manako Kajii is. Rika Machida is not a detective, but an up-and-coming reporter at a weekly men’s magazine, struggling under the typically excessive pressures traditional Japanese working life. Rika’s interest has been piqued by the trial and pending retrial of Manako Kajii for the murder of her three lovers. Kajii has become a public interest sensation, and not just because she is a murderer. To half of Japan her greater offence is a steadfast refusal to conform to prevailing beauty standards. Rika is intrigued by this woman who seemingly abjures Japan’s impossible norms for feminine appearance, and has instead embarked on a life of hedonistic pleasure. So far, Kajii has rejected all journalistic overtures for an interview, but following the advice from her best friend Reiko, Rika gets Kajii to open up to her by professing an interest in her recipes. Exposure to the transgressive Kajii is the start of a transformative journey for Rika, who has to re-examine her own relationship to food, beauty, patriarchy, and her past.

Yuzuki’s Manoko Kajii is a work of art. She is a walking tangle of defiant contradictions held together by narcissism and spite. Rika is drawn to Kajii like a moth to a flame, mesmerised by Kajii’s apparent independent spirit and her unrestrained enjoyment of good food. Kajii’s price for granting Rika continued access to her is an escalating set of demands for Rika to try various foods, starting with a simple meal of rice with soy sauce and butter. It is this simple yet indulgent dish that sets Rika on her voyage of culinary and personal discovery, sparking a process of transformation that takes the entire novel to run its course, and which gives Yuzuki the opportunity to describe various meals in bountiful and sensual detail.

Transformation is unsettling, for Rika literally so, as she is forced to place even her own apartment, relationships and way of living come under scrutiny. Her newfound appreciation for food causes a forceful collision with societal expectations, attracting overt and veiled opprobrium and uninvited comment or ‘advice’ from colleagues, friends and family on Rika’s evolving eating habits and consequent discarding of an unhealthily thin physique. Throughout her investigation into Kajii, Rika’s sense of self is profoundly destabilised, with her outlook and opinions on herself, Kajii, patriarchy and society as a whole in a constant state of flux, before settling in a new equilibrium towards the novel’s conclusion.

This sense of instability is augmented by Butter’s staccato prose and matter-of-fact style. Butter isn’t so much ‘show, don’t tell’, as ‘state, don’t tell’, giving us direct and unembellished insight into Rika’s thoughts and decisions. Yet this straightforwardness cleverly obscures the evolution of Rika’s thinking over the course of the novel. While she slowly reckons with her more distant past, with respect to current affairs Rika acts and reflects very much in the present tense, her thoughts and opinions shaped almost exclusively by the right here, right now. This does not so much indicate an absence of introspection, as an inner monologue that strongly favours the present as opposed to lengthy ruminations on the past. It contributes to the reader’s persistent feeling of being unbalanced by creating a permanent state of flux, where characters take seemingly impulsive decisions or actions. Rika’s relationship to Kajii alone veers between entrancement, repulsion, pity, defiance and submission, sometimes within the space of a few minutes. Yet at any one time, her present experience is her truth. It is left as an exercise for the reader to connect Rika’s various perspectives into a coherent trajectory.

Yuzuki’s writing style harmonises beautifully with the nature of her characters, and credit must be due to Barton for the translation. I have not read enough Japanese or East Asian literature to know whether this style is unique to Yuzuki or more traditional, but it did remind me of my experience reading Han Kang’s The Vegetarian, which employs a similarly direct and matter-of-fact prose that sharpens the contradiction between what is said, and how it is said.

Butter does not just share a style but also a feminist critique of patriarchy with The Vegetarian, though it is ultimately a more optimistic and sympathetic novel. The Vegetarian offers little in terms of redemption, either for its misogynistic men or its suffering women, with isolation and an inability to communicate key themes in the book. In Butter, the interlacing of personal growth and communal bonds are, if not a way to break down patriarchy, at least an effective shelter from its most pernicious and violent effects. In a further contrast, Butter sees the patriarchy as inflicting harm on both women and men, although these harms are experienced and expressed differently. It is not that Butter absolves men of their responsibility for perpetuating misogyny, but it is very sensitive to its complexities and contradictions. For example, while it highlights the exploitative dependence of men on women for reproductive labour, it simultaneously points out that men who cannot care for themselves out of ignorance or pride are themselves also harmed by patriarchy. Conversely, Rika observes repeatedly that it is women themselves who play an instrumental part in policing and maintaining oppressive gender norms.

If The Vegetarian was an expression of cold rage at the injustice of the patriarchy, then Butter conveys the melancholic sadness at the monstrous loss of potential for love, connection and mutual respect that it inflicts. But it is also through love, connection and respect that Butter’s characters help each other confront and overcome the different ways in which each of them has internalised patriarchal and misogynist gender norms. Each of the characters in Rika’s close circle represent both different aspects of patriarchy, different opportunities for insight and different potential relationships to her. One of the strengths of Butter is that it avoids facile romantic subplots. Instead, just as in life, there is far more potential in relationships between Rika and close kith and kin than can be realised, from the understated respect for one of her older male sources, to her at times verging on queer investment in Reiko. The novel’s ending is a celebration of this community and of compassion, of sharing not only food, but also the kindness and forgiveness that are essential for respect and growth.

By the end of Butter, we still don’t know if Manako Kajii killed her three lovers. We don’t even know who she really is. Despite contemplating the mystery of Manako Kajii for the whole novel, Rika is still not sure what to think of her. In that sense, Butter will be a disappointment to readers who were hoping for the traditional denouement of a whodunnit. Except that Butter does show us the culprit. Not a single man or woman, but a system which kills through violence, exploitation and deprivation. A killer who wants to turn all of us into its accomplices. Rika learns that to put a name to it is the first step to defeating it. So that maybe one day, we will all be free.

Notes & Suggestions

• The best way to savour quality butter is on proper bread. Sadly you don’t find much of that in UK supermarkets. If you want to know why, and where to find something that would meet even Manako Kajii’s exacting standards, give a listen to the Cereal podcast series by Farmerama Radio.
• Creating community can be a first step to collective organising to overthrow the patriarchy. There are plenty of specific feminist or women’s organisations to choose from, but broader campaign groups like Amnesty International or trade unions also have space for feminist activism.

A spoiler free recommendation

If you’re a longtime fan of Nathan Fielder’s work, you’re in for a particularly rewarding experience watching this documentary. I first stumbled upon Fielder’s work in 2019, when we happened across his show Nathan for You while channel surfing at an Airbnb during a vacation. (We didn’t have cable at home then, and still don’t.)

Since then, I’ve gone on to follow his work on Who Is America? with Sacha Baron Cohen (where Fielder worked behind the scenes as both a writer and director), followed by The Rehearsal and The Curse. So, I was fascinated to hear that, of all the people who might get to observe Elizabeth Holmes up close, it would be Nathan Fielder.

I won’t share my thoughts on You Can See Everything here, as I’d rather reserve that conversation for those who’ve had a chance to watch it. But I will say that if you’ve followed Fielder’s work over the years, you’ll appreciate, perhaps more than others, how much his previous works and distinctive approach to storytelling bleed into this project.

I continue to believe that Fielder, as controversial as some of his methods can be, is a sort of prophet for our culture and times. He has a remarkable ability to draw out uncomfortable truths about the people and subjects he focuses on. And perhaps the discomfort we sometimes feel while watching his work is itself a lens pointed back at us, exposing truths within ourselves.

#movies #documentary

I was thinking about the whole thing about people who really strictly want to emphasize that there is self-made man. Also another post while I’m driving to work, two I guess. Oh yeah, I was thinking about how I always make a point whenever we’re talking about like financial situations or things like that to acknowledge the amount of privilege that I have been given by my dad, the circumstances of my birth. And I was thinking about how the only reason I’m able to have a house or to have money saved up or things like that at my age in this current economy is because of the support from my dad in a lot of different ways, like paying for my undergrad, or pushing me towards engineering when I was younger, or by for better for worse is making me focus on academics so heavily growing up. And I do think that if I had done the same amount of hustle and work and all of that, but without the financial support for my dad, there’s no way I could’ve for example bought a house. And so it feels only fair for me to all of those things with the fact that I have this privilege. But also, I do understand part of the kind of frustration a little bit in a very minor sense, where I also don’t want all of my hard work to seem like it was nonexistent. But it’s really hard to disambiguate it because anyone can say if I was given those opportunities I would be in the same position. But also, I mean if I think about it, if I ignore the house, I was able to save up $200,000 or I guess honestly mostly about like 140 K from my internship money that I had invested over six years. And I know that I went through my undergrad college fund, but my masters, I paid for myself. I think the additional 60 K was money that my dad would give me to make up for the amount of money. He was giving my sister so that it was fair. And I think about the fact that my sister grew up in very similar circumstances, also honestly went to an even better college than I did, and yet still ended up getting her masters a year after I did, even though she is older. And additionally, she didn’t really have internships or savings, and wasn’t as financially responsible, and also was struggling to find a job and only recently found kind of an entry-level job and so has been fully dependent on my dad for everything for a couple years. And I don’t want to drag her down because I understand that we both had a very shitty childhood and I think a lot of the issues and scars that caused a lot of damage were emotional and I always say it was kind of like a sinker swim situation and I put in a lot of effort to swim and that effort isn’t something that comes naturally and so I think she kind of sake. But also, we were both given pretty much the same amount of privilege and I think the contrast is stark. I guess I’ve never really thought about that before until today, but I feel like that highlights to me the portion where it is not just the privilege I was born with, but also the work I have done. and I also don’t want to sound arrogant or suck my own dick too much, but I have has so many friends and peers say how smart I am or how talented I am, and I have been used as a target or challenge to reach several times in my life. I guess I didn’t originally actually mean this with the title of the post but I do kind of want to at least verbally jot down a bit of how I have not necessarily had everything handed to me, I’ve had doors opened, and I have had things handed to me, but I’ve also earned a lot.

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Pascal

Pascal had deze werkweek als opdracht meegekregen om op zoek te gaan naar verdwenen series waarin beenwarmers werden vertoond, Pascal wist dan meteen dat in deze series aerobics te zien moest zijn, veel series over deze bewegings tak waren gewist omdat ze vaak werden beschreven als tenenkrommend, meestal niet eens terecht. Ze waren wel slecht maar niet minder dan de nog niet vermiste rest, series worden naarmate de tijd tussen productie, reproductie en spinoff na spinoffer verstrijkt vanzelf slecht. Hetzelfde zie je ook gebeuren met tijdschriften of rapporten over iets en alles, ze houden nooit stand, er zit teveel in dat kapot kan gaan en dus ook stuk gaat, de enigste serie die dat lot kan ontlopen is nog niet gemaakt, het zou waarschijnlijk een serie over een zwarte stip op een egaal oppervlak zijn, niet echt iets om warm voor te zitten lopen..

Aerobics, beenwarmers, zweetbandjes om enkels, polsen en het hoofd, uit de mode kleuren en hoge gympen, moeilijk beeldmateriaal, heel lastig te vinden de laatste 10 jaar, toen hij begon was het eenvoudiger maar sinds de reorganisatie van de afdeling is al het eerder gevonden materiaal wederom zoek geraakt, al met al verder geen rede voor paniek of neerslachtigheid, tijdens de intake procedure na de solicitatie, gecultiveerde smeekbede, werd hij veelvuldig getest op weerbaarheid tegen zinloosheid van alle werk en vooral het werk in dit museum op deze afdeling, hij was extreem weerbaar en dus geschikt om dit soort taken levenslang te mogen doen voor geld. Hij had ook genoeg tijd over om allerhande lang, lang vergeten beeld en geluidsmateriaal te herontdekken voor zijn eigen behoefte aan kortstondig en of vluchtig vermaak, terwijl hij zocht om video's over klompenmakers, hennep telers, mannen met de hamers of andere zaken waar documentaire makers het even in zagen zitten voor ze verplicht afzakten naar de oppervlakkige reclame wereld, een wereld waar ontzettend veel filmpjes over beenwarmers zijn gemaakt, allemaal verdwenen.

Hij keek dit keer voor eigen vermaak naar een online spelshow of klucht in een vreemde taal met een hele hoop deuren waar van alles in en uit kwam en het publiek reageerde dan op iedere open deur heel enthousiast. Het was net niet leuk genoeg om te delen met Mees, zijn voormalig partner in zinloos zoeken in archiefmateriaal en online onzin. De enige die het allemaal ook niet serieus nam, het naar zijn zin had hier tot zijn oog viel op Olivia waarvoor hij verhuiste naar een streek te ver, ver van hier en deze baan verving met werken in een mieren productie fabriek of kwekerij, wat de mens met nog meer mieren moest is hem nooit verteld maar ze betaalden hem naar behoren alleen om mieren te zien mieren. Het werk had alleen geen enkele entertainment waarde, aldus Mees. Nu Olivia op pad moest naar de satellieten had hij wat meer tijd voor Pascals vele goede vondsten in stoffige en verse archieven, de wonderlijke wereld van menselijke beeld en geluid creaties. Mees was de laatste tijd in de ban van e-Silvia, waarschijnlijk omdat ze als twee druppels water leek op Olivia maar hele andere dingen deed, tenminste voor zover Pascal wist, Mees zou het hem heus wel laten weten als Olivia dergelijke dingen met hem deed, grote kans dat hij haar nooit had gestalked naar het land ver, ver van de nep ivoren toren. Het was Pascal nog steeds niet duidelijk wat nou de aard van hun relatie was. Wel dat Mees al het werk er in stak en Olivia daar dan op haar manier gebruik van maakte. Het was zeker niet het salaris en de loopbaan mogelijkheden waarmee Mees zich in haar leven kon wroeten, ze verdiende vijf keer zoveel, en ze had aardig wat opties op meer van dergelijk loon naar actief aanwezig zijn binnen een bedrijfscultus.

Hij kreeg een melding dat een van zijn computer zoek programma's, scripts een video had ontdekt met beenwarmers er in, hij pauzeerde de deur show video, zocht de hit op, en keek vervolgens naar een bizarre film waarin twee pre-historische monsters elkaar bevochten terwijl ze beenwarmers droegen om de onderpoten, waarom? Waarom nou!?

Just saw that Chris Donisi of Burlington MA is the new Voice of Logan Airport.

And the man does have an objectively beautiful voice. And yet.

He’s welcoming people to Boston. Not to Greater Boston. And he lives 18 miles from Logan Airport, a solid 45+ minute drive from Logan at most hours of the day. And apparently grew up in Arlington, which is also not Boston but at least is only 10 miles from Logan but also probably a 45-minute drive because of the magic of Boston traffic.

And he’s a white guy with the working class accent that used to define Boston, which makes him a “real Bostonian” in the national imagination, despite the fact that he doesn’t live in Boston. And despite the fact that Boston is a majority-minority city with a large Black and Hispanic population.

I don’t know Chris Donisi’s family history, but a whole lot of white people with that accent are descended from people who moved out of Boston and into the suburbs in the 70’s so their kids wouldn’t have to go to school with Black people.

If that sounds ugly, it’s because it is.

A cornerstone of white supremacy in the USA is that white people are “real” Americans, and everyone else is just a guest in our country who should be grateful for the opportunity to live here. (never mind that white people stole this country and a lot of non-white people are descended from people who were trafficked here.). Choosing a white suburbanite to be the voice of Boston only reinforces the view that Boston is a city of and for white people. It’s out of step with the reality of 2026 and represents a fascist nostalgia for a bygone era when “real” (aka white) Bostonians were a majority of the population here.

You know who actually grew up in Boston and does a lot of voice work? Ayo Edebiri. But she barely even registers as a Bostonian in the national or, for that matter local conversation. I wonder why?

Watched my first Blood & Guts last night. Well, half of it, anyway, about which more later. And I have questions.

I was excited to watch the women’s match because it featured so many of my favorite AEW wrestlers, and, as I’ve complained before, both here and on Bluesky, I don’t feel like the women in AEW get as much of the spotlight as they should. So it’s rare that I’ll get to see Kris Statlander, Willow Nightengale, Thekla, Queen Aminata and Persephone all wrestle on the same night. In fact it pretty much never happens. So I had to tune in despite the fact that I usually don’t dig extreme matches, with the barbed wire and the glass and the Legos—sorry, toy blocks.

And I really enjoyed this. Which brings me to the question: why? Part of what allows me to enjoy wrestling is the knowledge that the violence is fake, so why did I enjoy this match so much when there was SO MUCH BLOOD? Like, Megan Bayne was actually kind of hard to look at with her face just absolutely covered in blood.

I think because it’s a great story. At the end, when the faces held their hands aloft, bloody but unbowed, having overcome extreme adversity, it was kind of inspiring. Also the fact that the match was won by babyface Kris Statlander wrapping barbed wire around Julia Hart’s head through her open mouth and then tugging on it was slightly disturbing and also good storytelling: how far will you go to win? And what will it cost you? (I see rumors swirling about Statlander joining the Death Riders, which I think would be great not only for the storytelling but for the Death Riders as a faction, since they’d have two women and not just a bunch of guys who get to wrestle all the time and Marina Shafir who gets a match like once a month.) I liked Mercedes calling out Shafir’s mascot status in the Death Riders in their promo, and I hope this storyline is going somewhere.

Also loved the “Bandido goes apeshit” promo, and then I called it a night because a)I’m old and I was tired and b)I’m just not intersted in watching Will Ospreay or Darby Allin wrestle since I learned what they’ve been credibly accused of by women. I never really got Ospreay’s popularity in the first place, so that’s not much of a loss for me, but I really liked Darby Allin’s work before I learned more about what kind of person Samuel Ratsch is. Why can’t I separate the art from the artist and enjoy Darby Allin getting thrown off the top of the cage?

It’s an interesting question because of course I know that the characters wrestlers play are not who they are, and Darby is very good at his job, but I simply can’t overlook him being an abusive boyfriend. He’s good at his job, but there are SO MANY wrestlers out there who are not abusive partners and who could be as good as Darby Allin if given the same opportunities he’s had. But Darby continues to take up spots on the card. Essentially he’s taking up space that I’d rather see filled by someone who’s not a piece of shit.

Une personne m’a dit une fois : « Je suis ici sur cette Terre pour m’épanouir et non pas pour subir »

Mais où est la ligne de démarcation ?

Subir, est-ce affronter une adversité qui met en péril notre santé ? Affronter une adversité qui nous épuise ?

Qu’est-on prêt à accepter ?

J’ai l’impression que subir serait faire quelque chose qui serait en désaccord avec nos valeurs.

D’où l’importance d’être au clair sur ces valeurs. Qu’est-ce qui compte réellement ? Quels sacrifices est-on prêt à faire ?

Il n’y a aucun bienfait à subir. Mais il y a de la valeur dans notre capacité à affronter l’adversité avec dignité.

L’obstacle est la voie.

Tout ce qui doit arriver, arrivera. Et tout sera pour le mieux.

En réalité, l’adversité est ma résistance à ce qui est. Accepter l’imperfection. Accepter le chaos inhérent à l’existence. À mon travail. Accepter ce siècle. Accepter mon regard sur les choses. Et avancer, malgré tout. Parce que c’est la bonne chose à faire. Et la seule chose à faire, au fond.

IU Basketball Tonight.

Thursday's game of choice finds the Bellarmine Knights men's basketball team traveling to the Simon Skjodt Assembly Hall in Bloomington, IN, to play the Indiana University Hoosiers. With its start time of 5:00 PM CT, there's a pretty good chance that I'll be able to listen to the entire game before sleep sends me to bed.

And the adventure continues.

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De mensen op posities elders ; introductie

met,

Mees Olivia Pascal e-Silvia

Mees mist Olivia, Olivia zijn beste vriendin voor altijd en eeuwig, nu bezig in de ruimte met reparaties aan satellieten, die volgens geleverde data het dreigden te begeven, zij moest stante pede met de gereedstaande gereedschapskist via de Muskiet shuttle maar de zwevende meet instrumenten van het mensdom, terwijl Mees op locatie moest blijven, bij de ondergrondse mieren fabriek. Hij moest daar de schermen in de ogen houden aangaande falende processen maar die mieren deden nooit iets verkeerd, hij had dus veel tijd om op zijn scherm te turen naar onder andere e-Silvia, een webcam show girl werkzaam vanuit een ruimte alwaar ze mannen de kunst van dominatie leerde kennen, die mannen wisten wel zeker wie daar hun scepter zwaaide, zouden ze ook nooit weer vergeten, zelden zag je er eentje terug voor nog zo'n evenement op hun lijdlijn, leidraad in hun voorgoed veranderde bestaan, van waar Silvia opereerde was onduidelijk, het kon elke hotelkamer overal op deze aardbol zijn, hij had de link daar naar de verbeelding toe gekregen van zijn ex-collega Pascal, nog wel ieder etmaal ingeklokt bij de bibliotheek voor alle vermiste media gezeteld in een torentje van namaak ivoor, aangangsel van het museum der moderne vergetelheid, gevestigd in Zuid-Oost Onder Beheer Stad, hij vond daar veel meer dan er op de vermist lijst stond, zo ook dit.

Later meer... misschien

Het kleine VVA omroep vers

Je hoeft ons niet te volgen niet per c te kennen nooit te beminnen wat wij verzinnen we zijn onbelangrijk we doen er niet toe we zijn niet arm worden niet rijk dat is allemaal goed en aardig maakt ons niet minderwaardig betalen is niet nodig aansluiten overbodig mis je iets mis je niets je hoeft ons niet te loven en er niet in te geloven we malen daar niet om we hebben geen centrum, geen hoofdkantoor, studio, plein geen kerk of dom geen vast domein we zeggen niet dat we goed, slecht, beter of hard nodig zijn nooit zullen we winnen verliezen iets daarvoor verzinnen we knokken niet voor gehoor en blik bent ons niks verplicht zadelen je niet op met lasten en bijpassende kaste verdelen niet met komen en gaan splijten je dagen niet op in een baan we staan hier niet voor op dit is een riedeltje voor een verpozing in de kop worden niet wakker voor geldigheidsdrang dit hele gedonder is allemaal behang we eisen geen delen zetten onze woorden niet om tot bevelen we vrezen niet voor verlies aan kracht en presenteren de zin dus nooit in een leger makende macht je kunt ons wat maar het hoeft niet het is ook maar net wat je er in ziet en als je liever naar wat anders kijkt hebben wij niet meer of minder bereikt we zijn hier en daar is wat mij betreft ook alles mee gezegd

Het VVA merk artikel is uitverkocht (meer op komst)

4th November 2026

After an enforced six week absence it was a pleasure to attend such a vibrant Parish Council meeting last night along with Cllr Catherine Braun. Cllr Linda Cohen sent apologies.

Debbie Hudman our local PCSO and Caroline Chater our local Police Officer from Dursley Police Station were present at the meeting. They want to listen and work with community. Debs gave an overview of the numbers of crimes in the area which were very low, dropping to zero reported incidents since April which is quite remarkable.

She stressed the importance of private CCTV though. Police were notified of an individual caught on a driveway, the high quality images linked the same individual to a vehicle theft over in Wotton sometime later.

The PCSOs are stretched, fewer in number than there used to be. But they work closely with the parish clerks, The Keepers and Town Council over in Wotton.

In coming weeks a mobile speed detection van will be deployed in the village which also has the ability to detect mobile and seat belt offences. Some parking issues close to the Blackhorse Inn were noted and although not normally a policing matter they will seize vehicles if necessary. Please park considerately was the message.

They are also involved in responding to Internet Fraud. The elderly sometimes become victims of these crimes.

There was then an update about the Recreational Field and Pavilion followed by a short presentation by George & Dan who are working at setting up a trail 50k ultra marathon, over a weekend, next summer maybe over the Aug bank holiday. If successful it could develop into a bigger event the following year. Sounds like a fantastic idea.

The meeting went onto the November SDC report. The main topic of conversation was the Govt. decision that it is 'minded to' confirm a single unitary authority for Gloucestershire. A final decision is expected before Christmas, and in the event that the single unitary council decision is confirmed vesting day will be delayed by a year. This will have some major financial considerations as the council was expecting to run down its reserves until the new authority takes over. A Teams meeting I attended earlier in the week seemed to suggest a figure in the region of £42m for the county in total.

A new Town & Parish Council section has been added to the Future Gloucestershire web site.

In the past month I've been canceling every subscription that I pay for. I missed canceling the domain that I don't use. I'm annoyed at myself for that one. I had a .99 cent Audible for a few months, but they removed my one star review for an absolutely horrendous book, so... Had I broken guidelines, that'd be fine. I had not. Considering that the only reviews out of multiple that were shown had five stars, you don't have to be a genius to figure out what was happening.

This cough is stubborn. Each time I think it's going away, it comes back with a vengeance. I am tired. My pain levels have increased from the constant coughing, and I wish I could sleep it off for a few days. I'm in positive spirits at least. I'm beginning to wonder if it's my allergies just irritating the hell out of my throat.

I may go back to sleep for an hour. I've read and watched multiple interesting things this past week that I had wanted to contemplate and write on. Unfortunately, when I'm having to take high levels of antihistamines my brain fog can get pretty dense. The words just don't want to word then. The possibility of grapefruit-sized blackholes does get the brain whirling though.

I can't believe it's already Thursday. The year is racing while each day crawls. It is so very strange. I'm sure having much of my energy focused on healing doesn't help. It is very odd for a cold to sink its clutches in so strongly. Then again, once in a blue moon some respiratory number totally kicks my ass. I suppose it's a fair tradeoff. I do believe it can move the hell on now. It could be worse. I'd really just like to have some energy back. I'll get there. Positive thoughts and such.

© 2026 AnOublietteofThought. All rights reserved.

VVA presenteert samen met de Leving De Woordspeler

Speelt buiten het net even goed als er midden in

Het verzamelen van op het strand aangespoelde schelpen veranderde in een grootschalige operatie

Door het ontstuimige weer rondom de kerst en op kerst moesten veel buiten evenementen binnen worden gehouden, zo werd het voor velen tegen wil en dank toch een kleine of grote zalige kerst.

'Het tussendoortje werd zo populair dat we het inmiddels mogen beschouwen als het hoofdmenu van de mensheid' zo zei de woordvoerder van de verenigde snackfabrikanten tijdens de halftime show van de G7 bijeenkomst.

Het spijt me maar ik kan me gewoon niet aan de wil om te winnen onttrekken zei de coach deelnemend aan het regionaal touwtrek kampioenschap nadat ze hadden getracht om de kwartfinale te winnen met een ongeoorloofde omtrekkende beweging rondom een lantaarnpaal.

Nietjes verkoper pitch

Ik weet zeker dat u zult genieten van de manier waarop onze nieten zich aan het papier vastnieten met een enkele zachte druk op u nietmachien, Onze nieten zijn soepel en toch sterk, trekken alles wat anders los zit goed strak zodat iedereen al het door u geprinte drukwerk rondom bindende regels kan lezen, over de regels voor genot en al het andere wat op papier kan staan en dankzij ons uitmuntend bindend materiaal niet in stukjes uiteen valt terwijl de lezer leert wat hij moet doen en laten om iets zinvols te bereiken. Het door ons geleverde hoogwaardige kwaliteit nietjes materiaal kun je als het eenmaal tussen de regels in zit niet eenvoudig verwijderen daar moet je echt je best voor doen zo flink dat je het eigenlijk al niet meer wil. Het materiaal waarvan deze nietjes gemaakt zijn alsook de nietjes zelve zijn door ons jarenlang getest op allerhande manieren via vele methodieken, in laboratoria, tijdens werk simulaties, onder extreme omstandigheden, ze zijn koude, idioot, en hitte bestendig en zo goed als vrij van de neiging tot roesten, mits u natuurlijk zorgt dat de documenten op correcte wijze worden uitgestald, verspreid en bewaard, Ik zeg u iedere regel wordt beter van ons nietwerk, zingeving zit er zo ongeveer bij inbegrepen, de niet is nog nooit zo goed geproduceerd als hier bij ons vandaag de dag.

Vervang aub het inbegrepen laatste oordeel onderdeel met deze nieuwe verbeterde versie om toekomstige beschadiging aan het gehoor apparaat te voorkomen.

Ik heb nog nooit zoveel opgenomen in zo weinig tijd en dat allemaal dankzij nieuwe sponsoren, geweldig.

I have a personal problem with light. not sunlight specifically. i dont have anything agaisnt the sun, i like the sun. it can do whatever it wants. my problem is with the tiny little bity bits of light that decide to make an appearance when im trying to sleep. a little light coming through the curtains? why? if thats not annoying enough. how about a light from some electronic device you forgot to turn of? frustrating. somehow, i never notice those things unless im trying to go to sleep, suddently a tiny little glowing dot somewhere in the room decides to bother me. its frustrating. its been happening every day. i lay in my bed and try to sleep and then ill notice something glowing and thats all i can think about. i get up and turn it off, cover whatever needs to be covered, close whatever needs to be closed, and return to bed. sometimes i have to do this multiple times. yesterday, however, i managed to make things.. considerably worse. i got frustrated with that little tiny light coming through the curtains, and broke the window. yes, the window. now you ask, why? how will that help with anything? well, honestly. i dont even know what i expected to accomplish there. i tought the light would maybe learn some manners after that. it didnt. obviously. and now i ended up with a broken window, more things to deal with and hands that were bleeding. unfortunately, the glass didnt cause any serious damage. not that thats any part of what im complaining about. im more interested in the fact that i managed to make things even worse and create an entirely new problem for myself, by myself. great. you see, im now more frustrated than i was before. i was angry because of the light, got angry enough to break something and now im angry because i broke something. and to make matters even better, theres a perfectly good chance that ill have to sleep with more light coming into my room. good job ahmed. if there were awards for making your own life unnecessarily difficult, id probably have a shelf full of them by now, not probably. many shelfs full of them if im being honest. ill be the yearly, monthly, daily winner.

Anyway, ill probably have sweet dreams, am i right? me and my broken window and whatever light comes through, just what i needed. ive always wanted to experience the outdoors without leaving my own bed. i know, i know. i didnt write yesterday and No, im not going to explain anything or apologize. you’ll survive. sometimes the newspaper arent delivered to the shop. and thats just how it is. i hate light, and now i hate windows as well.

Sincerely, Regretting several decisions right now.