2/27/2026.

Doggirl Rodney Dangerfield verses Konata Izumi, a wrestling event for the ages. theres thirty nine days until April 7th. 

2/24/2026 again.

I look at a playlist called "forestcore", it is on spotify and "made for me" which means nothing, target audience and statistical outline. today is the 25th and i was just reading Sandra Simonds' Triptychs. it feels like a month since i have sat down and read. last night i finished 17776: The Future of Football. the playlist gave me a song called *Millie, Warm the Kettle*, it is not a song for me.

Reading The Future of Football gives me that feeling of recognition of great art. i felt it when i read Canto One by Ezra Pound, i felt it when i watched The Mouth Experience AMVs by nearphotison. but those differ. in Pound i saw an evil but talented man taking language to its limit, taking all he knew of history and speech and trying to make it have the most meaning it could have, a man who knew Odysseus well. in nearphotison i saw a man overcome with love and obsession and could express it with the only medium he truly had mastery of, reviewing and reviewing his work again and again, looking into every song to make the perfect joke, reaching through memory and forums to find the perfect material. with Jon Bois i see a man who knows humanity and its beauty and its limitations. a man who knows how to craft people because he knows people and what you can gain by gleaming at a few moments of a life. i dont think the world Jon Bois makes is a utopia or dystopia, it's just a human world, maybe death is a necessity but in freeing humans from having to ration time they create so many wonderful things. April 7th 2026 is forty one days away.

on the lightrail to þorn's place i talked with an old lady, retired English professor. she spoke well. i recommended The Future of Football even though i wouldnt finish it completely until later that night. she was Lutheran but told me that if she wasnt she'd be Jewish. she did have knowledge of Judaism in the way that those who want the mystique do not. we talked about long everlasting life, she said that immortality was a theme humanity had been dealing with for ages; she told me about how Odysseus refused immortality from a Goddess so he could return home.

2/24/2026.

finished 17776. jerked off. the jerking off came before the future of football. took three hours jerking off. at þorn's. my sister hates me. i think 17776 is one of the best works of the 21st century.

New Shoes On A Dying Horse and Where.

I have been reading New Shoes on A Dead Horse by Sierra DeMulder, there is not much that impresses me about it. by that i mean makes an impression, a mark. anything. 

When I read poetry by women, as a transgender woman poetry making thing, i always think of other women poets of the same era. and how it compares. unfortunately Sierra DeMulder is generally weak. this isnt to say bad, just unremarkable, theres a few good poems in there but nothing like J Bailey Hutchinson, Franny Choi, or Kimberly Johnson. and i am having trouble placing exactly what about her work makes it seem trite?, uninspiring?, mundane?. i guess it is a lack of humbleness and the fact that reading her work feels like reading a sentence and not a poem. with Kimberly Johnson you are filled with Marian holy feeling and a deep connection to the landscape of Utah, with Hutchinson you step inside her entire life. Hutchinson's My Dad Has Sleep Apnea and Has a Gun in His Nightstand works so well because it comes after Heat Advisory and with Sierra DeMulder it doesn't feel like that.

she has poems about genius but it doesnt string together well, theres no succession of images that build off each other. Sierra DeMulder does touch on similar subject matter as Hutchinson but it lacks the same musical or sonic quality to it.

today i watched part of a video of Rebecca Mead talking about Middlemarch and that itself gave me more investment in the life of this one woman among many than New Shoes on A Dead Horse does. the lines dont break well, it's decent enough breaking and pausing but subpar, and sometimes it just doesnt make sense.

i could grow to love the collection if it was one of three books in a cabin and i was staying there for a week, but i am not in a cabin.

today i watched Azumanga Daioh and Nichijou and read haikus. i forgot to clean. 

i think Sierra DeMulder is another Andrea Gibson. 

i remember when Andrea Gibson died, thinking that i could no longer call their work trite because now it seemed purely hateful.

some poems' simplicity arises not because of aesthetical choice but because the author only knows how to speak in sentences. 

ive been reading japanese haikus.

i called þorn today.

the third.

read poetry and watched nichijou, called þorn.

i got fired recently. oh well. Sam and Mandy both messaged me. calling Mithos and Bram. i wonder what W.S. Merwin would think of Azumanga Daioh. there are too many seasons of survivor. straight male fujoshi are in for 2026. awful tepid birthday. so this is twenty five. i havent written enough. i love the world. trump kidnapped the president of venezuela. i need to clean. you can get up early and sit down and read for four hours if you really want to. 

ascendance of a bookworm.

today i did not go to work,

i instead before noon had already had alcohol.

maybe a bit of alcoholism is acceptable for a girl in winter.

regardless i have spent the past two days watching Ascendance Of A Bookworm. AoaB is an isekai about the rise of the bourgeoisie and the consequences of the printing press. it's also about an OP girl who is just so smart.

this is because unfortunately AoaB originates as a light novel. LNs love to feature overpowered girls that are just so smart, or overpowered boys that are just so smart. this is because a great many light novel protagonists are essentially Sherlock Holmes. 

i have a friend that watched all seven seasons of RWBY and stood there hoping it would somehow get better, or rather just thinking about how it could actually be something. for those that do not know RWBY is a web animation that is most notable for being "yuri bait" and "not that good" and "if you ever search up incest on ao3 you will find a fanfic of it right away". but the point is that the phrase "RWBY could be good" is true but would it get seven seasons, wait nine seasons, if it was good?. moreover would it be RWBY still?.

maybe.

the thing that strikes me the most about AoaB is that the medievalism is from my understanding actually good. it actually pays attention to guild politics, business interests, the actual labor required to make something. theres a part in the anime that is dedicated to Myne (op girl) and Lutz (her friend) having to get nails, and nails are not portrayed as trivial objects, the story treats them with weight. 

this is a welcome change from many isekai which just go "uhh idk" about production and the built world. 

AoaB actually does think through the questions about the built world. and it does concern itself with reality to a degree.

but, unfortunately, the prose is not good. after finishing the anime i decided to checkout the light novel and wuf. it's no Casablanca. 

i think however the prose could be good, it could take inspiration from Piers Ploughman or The Canterbury Tales but it doesnt. 

it is a series about a love of books and the effort put into them and it's got perfectly unremarkable prose. i dont really have anything profound to say about all this because this is afterall a blog for no one. 

i took an edible, a tiny sliver and my head spun. tomorrow i will probably go to work. i do not know where my passport is but i need to find it. i need to get away from this wretched town and into the arms of my lover. i am at a breaking point.

theres only so long i can do anything. my wandering heart alas.

there is no isekai where someone gets continuously reincarnated into new worlds each time, until they know too much, their mind adrift and full of knowledge of a thousand lifetimes.

i should sleep.

the twenty sixth.

some days you just sit around and watch Reincarnated as a Sword. i finished a long poem however. last night learned someone blocked me which isnt surprising but nonetheless. they mustve done it ages ago. i am a fool when drunk. not enough anime about logistics. or chinese love poetry.