Whyyyyyyyyy

Feb. 14th, 2026 02:32 am
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Borrowing a disco CD from the library because it had some songs I liked on it revealed to me that there's a disco cover version of Simon & Garfunkel's "Bridge Over Troubled Water." I couldn't stop giggling through it. The female backup singers popping up with an occasional "You can be the bridge!" adds to it.

When I was describing it to my dad over lunch at a diner, I instinctively started doing the Hustle's rolling hand dance.

If you're curious, it's ten minutes long and melds another song into it around the five-minute mark.
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Posted by Frank

See dozens of passionate, surprising, erotic, heartbreaking, romantic secrets and listen to poignant voicemails people have been saving on their phones from loved ones at-
The PostSecret Digital Museum of Secrets

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Trinity Blood gen: "Need to Know"   [@ AO3]
RATING: PG-13.
SPOILERS: Tokyopop volumes III through VI.
SUMMARY: There are a lot of things Sister Esther feels she needs to know. Father Abel doesn’t agree.
NOTES: Thank you to [personal profile] akira17 for beta.

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I've also posted chapter 9 of my Encanto "Long, Long Way to Go" WIP.

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LiveJournal still isn't allowing me to post any public entries there, so I haven't updated it since December.

Happy Valentine's Day social

Feb. 3rd, 2026 01:51 am
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Via the local Ridgewood Times:


Welcome to Queens. And I have so many unanswered questions.

(The GPOA are the Glendale Property Owners Association.)

When hell freezes over

Feb. 2nd, 2026 03:29 am
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It's been a rough week.

Queens has been so badly plowed and cleaned after last Sunday's major snowfall. Some people haven't bothered to try to get their cars out yet, a week later, while some who have left mountains of snow still in the spots and/or the spots were plowed shut. There are so many spots you could usually park in that are currently about 8 inches of iced-over snow and sludge instead right now. The city of New York seems to think this is good enough. Individuals have cleared sidewalks because the city would fine them, but corners and intersections have mounds of snow and pitfalls of slush. None of it is melting away because it's been well below freezing every day since. Night temperatures have often been or "feel like" below zero in Fahrenheit. Bitterly cold.

To cut through the ever-thicker crust of ice on these snow/sludge mounds, I drive the edge my shovel down as hard as I can, then stick my whole body weight down on the back end as hard as I can. That lets me chip away a bit. Deep under that, the snow is like flour.

I've been strategic about taking my car out and trying to get back to my neighborhood early-ish. My snow boots have died horribly, with the sole of one separating off completely and subjecting my foot to the outdoors, and brick and mortar stores don't carry them. Trying to figure out what's a decent boot for the price online is rough, and my feet aren't standard so I worry something I buy sight unseen won't fit and will need to be returned.

Sunday Secrets

Feb. 1st, 2026 12:55 am
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Posted by Frank

Dear Frank,
. . . As I grieved over him the next morning, expressing my regret that I hadn’t stayed, a kind nurse told me one thing she had learned from working that floor of the hospital over the years was that people seemed to choose the moment when they let go. Not exactly, of course, but it did seem like people would either die with loved ones in the room, or specifically in quiet moments when loved ones were asleep or not there. She really believed that people might hang on in order to be held by their loved ones as they died, or, feeling like their love was known and not wishing to cause pain, they might let go deliberately when they were alone. 


I can’t convey how convincing she was, with her years of experience being bedside with the dying, but I believed her, and it brought me comfort. I share it with you in case it may bring comfort, too, to the writer of that postcard.

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