The Black Mantle

Just an odd thought that goes through my head whenever I see this thing - Penny Arcade’s Black Mantle. I look at it and think “Wow, that’s cool, but I’m never doing anything where I could wear it”. It’s kind of like something I’ve seen women do looking at a particularly elegant dress. Same line.

Of course, in my case, it’s because the Black Mantle is covered in the most clearly misanthropic text I’ve seen on a shirt, as opposed to the cut being too elegant or something. Good to know that even with the people at my job irking me, I don’t yet feel like I should go into work some Friday wearing that shirt.

Yay!

(crossposted from The Dream Library)

Writer's Block: Eat Your Vegetables

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Willingly consumed escargot once and only once. It's like eating oysters, except gummy and even less appealing.

A reminder

When I get angry at a call from work after hours, disrupting my evening, I’m not angry because of the timing, I’m angry because whatever is broken is my responsibility, and when my team has to call me, it’s because I’ve failed somehow - I don’t have the power, the ability, or the experience to have fixed the problem correctly.

This is not a revelation, just something that occasionally slips my mind. Not every call makes me angry. I’m angry at me a lot recently.

(crossposted from The Dream Library)