My First Thought Was 'something That People Who Are Trying To Gain Muscle Pay Attention To' Had A Friend

My first thought was 'something that people who are trying to gain muscle pay attention to' had a friend who would talk about his macros re: his diet plan. "Can't mess up my Macros" or "gotta watch my Macros" it was explained to me and I could even go and find a better answer quite quickly but I'm tired.

I think it's interesting the way that experience shapes the connections people make. I know virtually nothing about programming and absolutely nothing about the macros associated, so of course I wouldn't think of it. I wonder what other macros there are.

im gonna fucking cry wtf is a macro

I think a lot about who I am to other people in the world–particular who I am to strangers as a mere concept in their lives.

Today this woman called our information desk and said, “my son’s band is playing tonight. I want to come see him, but he never answers his phone…..I want to be there. Have you heard anything about his band?”

And I felt so bad for this lady but I’m not in the music scene around here so I had to tell her no, sorry.

Five hours later, I’m hiking and run into a group of guys setting up for some outdoor performance, and as I watch them unload the drums it hits me.

“Hey,” I said, “are y’all in a band?”

They said yeah and smiled and I told them “one of your moms called today. She wants to watch you play, but she can’t get a hold of you. Call your mom.”

And they all pulled out their phones and started discussing whose mom it probably was as they presumably dialed their own.

And now, unless we meet again and recognize each other, that’s who I’ll be forever to those guys–some mysterious courier for mom-messages who came out of the woods and told them their mom called.

I didn’t even tell them why their mom called me. Who am I to their mom?? Nobody even asked. They just took my word for it and called their mothers.

Amazing.

Doing a tour of the extended family at the moment, meeting cousins and aunties and uncles I haven't seen in years, and got absolutely blindsided by the revelation that my grandfather's brother writes fanfiction (first punch) for Jane Austen novels (second punch). I didn't bring up the subject. Didn't really think we were anywhere near that topic. Was talking to my great-uncle's wife and she brought it up herself, talking about how he's 40,000 words into a novel now, enjoying the in-depth historical research aspect of it very much (he's writing about Austen characters traveling to the location where my extended family lives), and he's got plans to publish it someday (not on AO3 or the like, my friends, I have no links to give). Great-auntie clearly thinks that her husband's Austen novels fanfiction hobby is quite cute. They talk about his plot ideas during walks together. ♥️

appalachia is devastated. towns i loved, towns i visited all the time, are gone. not damaged, GONE. they are leveled to the ground. there is nothing left but rubble and ruin. people are dead. appalachia is poor to begin with and relies on tourism for a lot of its income, and multiple of those tourist locations are just...gone.

my town is okay, but it's flooded and wrecked. trees are blocking all but one way out of our neighborhood. power lines are hanging limp in the roads. we've been without power for over 24 hours and will continue to be without power for likely another 24+. disabled people and poor people are GOING to die from this. gods save appalachia.

I love people who craft and I love learning about other people's crafts because every single one is full of little things that non-practitioners wouldn't notice but others in the craft RAVE about.

Like, I'm a knitter, and before I started I couldn't tell a knit fabric from a crocheted one, and I mostly would appreciate pretty color choices and overall patterns. But now I drool over perfectly uniform stockinette or a good stretchy bind off, and don't even start me on neat floats on the back of fair isle!

Quilters will talk about the binding and stitch choice on a finished quilt, ceramics artists will gush over how a glaze turned out, embroiderers will sigh at perfectly smooth satin stitch, and a woodworker can spot a good join from a mile away.

There is so much more beauty and artistry in the world than we can see on our own.

Holy fucking shit y'all.