This Is My Life Now.

This is my life now.

There are some many of her.

I know that the Magnus institute is most likely a fancy Victorian looking building but I was looking at 70s architecture in the UK as reference for a project and I realized that I've been picturing the institute as if it were built in the 1970s, like made from that very specific tan brick with random and unnecessary angles

Like this

Or like this

It makes absolutely no sense but it just feels right to me. I also think it's kind of funny, like the Magnus institute isn't some big intimidating spooky stone building in the middle of a modern street, it's just a crappy looking office building, I think that would be a little funny.

With all the stuff going on inside and the network of spooky tunnels underneath I should rightly be picturing a spooky place, and yet this image persists.

I was watching Jonny Sims' twitch stream yesterday and my dad came into my room to do something with my phone

and I went "I'm watching my streams," when I handed him my phone because I didn't want him to try and pause it

And he heard Jonny talking and excitedly said "I know that voice!"

And I said "yes, it's Jonny, he's playing video games for our entertainment,"

And he nodded then handed my phone back and left and I forgot to ask what he did to my phone.

Then today he walked downstairs to me in the kitchen and said "GERTRUDE FUCKING ROBINSON" emphasizing each word.

I'm starting to think introducing him to the magnus archives was a mistake.

I was listening to death to the mechanisms again, because I enjoy making myself suffer, and I was thinking about how because of time shenaniganery it would be possible for some of them to die before they became mechanisms, timeline wise. Then I thought about drumbot Brian and the concept of having both version of him, flesh and metal, floating together in space at the same time, probably light years apart but still there. And now I can't stop thinking about it.

I'm not sure if that's at all coherent but I think at least my vibe comes across.

The worst part about being functionally illiterate is not actually being illiterate, it's the fact people don't understands that I'm illiterate to a degree and whenever I say "what up I'm Mason I'm 19 and I never fucking learned how to read" they think I'm joking, I'm not joking, I really never learned how to read, I have a severe learning disability.

A short list of people who I allow to misgender me:

1. The old ladies at my knitting circle

There is no number 2 it's only them.