if the salami lid won't fit, you must acquit

valentine's day marketing kind of hits different when you like someone. feels like you're turning everything heart-shaped with your mind

The December to January book stack..... here's what I've been working on

reading cute manga for babies

I love it when I make a post that's a hit with the weebs. my notifications are full of funny anime women

today I will listen to 10 Harry Nilsson albums and you literally could not stop me if you tried

she's so dumb. she thinks it says UTAU

many of you are too zygotic to remember when, for a solid several years, the only high quality upload of the Azumanga Daioh OP on youtube had anti-vax swine flu warnings edited into it

I need someone to write a mathematical proof that explains to me how my bedsheets always manage to get rotated 90 degrees when I sleep motionlessly in the same spot every night

accepting that I'm in my 30s because why in the hell am I feeling compelled to listen to Sting's solo discography from front to back

Famicom Detective Club: The Gyatt Who Stands Behind

Hi. My little buddy Baxter invited me to share some space on his blog and I wrote an overwrought emotional essay about my favorite Japanese media experience of 2025. Lots of good writing and fun perspectives in here. His site is one of my favorite things going, so I was happy to contribute. 💜

just walked into transparent plexiglass like a bird flying into a window

I met cirno, I'm never going to fail

A little new year's gift for you: I made a primer on shibuya-kei. 35 albums and a short essay with some context on the signature sound of Japan's trendiest district. Tried to recommend a good mix of classics and personal favorites. theshfl.com/collection/S...

a heart in distress naturally wants to cry out, and a yodel is the dialect of a southern girl's pain youtu.be/ETQTDgZA9Vo?...

cheers mate

the fun thing about a new year's eve birthday is that it feels like the entire world is celebrating. lighting up the night sky just for me? you shouldn't have....

spent most of the day curled up in an uncomfortable bus seat, but it's been nice to see the steady stream of birthday wishes rolling in. and I appreciate the warm reception for this year's buddy list. thanks and love, babes. happy new year

Hey girls. It's my birthday, it's new year's eve, but most importantly: it's buddy list day. For the fourth time, here's my annual tradition where I invite my friends to take up some space on my newsletter and talk about how they spent their year. Thanks for reading. 💜 www.shy.center/p/buddy-list...

not only is this vietnamese soda the best carbonated beverage I've ever had, it's also got the cutest drawing in the world on it

noticed that almost everyone I know had a birthday this year. pretty weird coincidence

at least 50% of the objects I interact with in my daily life are lavender purple. getting everything in your favorite color is such a cheat code for putting yourself in a good mood

i hate how having a tummy ache interferes with your ability to do much of anything except sit there and go "ouuuuuuugh"

social media sites should start sending notifications when you take your likes back. we're missing a form of passive-aggression that hurts less than a mean comment but still stings a tiny bit

vacantworld.substack.com/p/its-such-a... i just dropped a new substack piece! it's about five of my favorite rap songs from the 90s. if you read it, i hope you enjoy!

love how the fake vinyl records in IKEA look like private press masterpieces that you'd have to spend several hundred dollars to get from a discogs seller based in south ossetia

I always feel unreasonably insulted when I pay for something in cash and the cashier checks if the bills are counterfeit. like I don't look trustworthy? 🥺 you don't rock with me? 🥺

chat am I chopped

it's crazy how when I take my glasses off I can't see

found one of my new favorite things: this data science textbook integrated with a cute little infotainment manga.

wish it wasn't so hard to get out of a city you absolutely hate living in when your financial situation is so dire. it's easy to feel like your life is just over when you've been trapped in the same muck for so long. I don't know what to do with myself.

Thinking about this cool detail from one of my favorite games, 13 Sentinels. It does a lot to make the '80s Japan setting feel faithful, including styling the in-game idol Miyuki Inaba after the real world Minako Honda. Her "Seaside Vacation" LP is a visual reference to the 1985 album M'Syndrome!!

we got people out there willing to drop a band on akita neru

my life improved significantly when I realized that nobody actually cares if you're formal in emails. I use emojis and type "hehe" and don't bother writing signoffs and everyone loves how delightful and fun I am

I keep getting glimpses of the discourse about that girl that made the bad magical girl video essay, and I have to say: it's really weird that thousands of people are dogpiling her into oblivion. This video would have been seen by maybe 50 people maximum had someone not made a viral tweet about it.

I think I would basically give up my entire life if I could go live in the beautiful feywild where they shot Mariah Carey's "Always Be My Baby" music video

love it when I'm downloading an anime torrent that's so old the description says "files are compatible with PlayStation 3 and Xbox 360." also, shoutout to the absolute freaks that were watching vintage hentai OVAs from the 90s on PS3 lol

I still write slow as fuck on touchscreens because I stubbornly refuse to use gesture typing, but if you gave me a T9 keypad I think I could be capable of 300 words per minute

message that oomf today. ask for her hand in marriage. it will work

I had an interesting night. I spontaneously joined a voice chat to listen to someone I've never spoken to before build furniture at 2am. we talked about visual novels for a couple of hours and she complimented my knowledge of random otaku bullshit. cool lol

really not a fan of what the weather getting cold does to my mood. I'm going to be locked in spiritual warfare until March

checked my phone after taking a nap to find that the last thing I searched for while barely conscious was "nyquil chicken"

my most unusual retail therapy impulse in a while. I'm thinking nonstop lately about how bad I want a vibraslap

D'Angelo wrote songs for people that loved with their entire heart; he had songs for the brokenhearted; for people afraid to try again; and for those ready to overcome their fears. fortunately and unfortunately, I can relate to all of them.

I'm just in total disbelief that D'Angelo passed away. Not even sure what to say. He made three perfect albums. Wrote, produced, and played on tons of classics. He still had more to give and left us way too soon. RIP.

I'm normally too embarrassed to talk about my life on here without at least a couple layers of abstraction, but things are kind of getting better for me and I'm a little bit happy. yay.

scrolled all the way back to the beginning of my bsky feed hyping myself up like "wow I'm so good at posting"

I love the way I can barely remember what I was doing just an hour ago, but my brain has permanent long term storage reserved for the lyrics to hundreds of mountain goats songs

it's been dogging me for weeks now that the coffee shop nearby suddenly closed down before I finally worked up the nerve to ask the barista that has been flirting with me for years for her number. let this be a lesson: live fearlessly and with no regrets.