Dream of the Little Store
Oct. 15th, 2025 11:42 amDreamed of the Little Store. Rik owned it, and it didn't look like the Little Store, being three connected rooms on the shore of a vast lake, but I absolutely knew it was the Little Store. The big-ticket item was miniatures of people, exquisitely crafted, maybe measuring eight inches tall. And they were selling so fast!
I bought one set. It came in a sandlewood box that when opened all the way turned into a series of miniature rooms.
It made me so happy to see the Little Store! But I was concerned that items were not being restocked quicky enough, and Christmas was fast approaching, obviously the biggest retail opportunity of the year. I said to somebody, Please tell Rik he simply must order new inventory. But I didn't know whether Rik would.
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Had a mildly productive yesterday. Studied more tax law. Taught myself the calendar function on Squarespace. Reveled in that feeling of being a Real Human Girl that only paying off bills can give you. Tromped! Reread The King Must Die.
The big political story of the day was that apparently, Young Republicans love Hitler, think people from Arkansas are inbred cow fuckers, & would go to the zoo if they wanted to see monkeys playing ball.
Unsurprising.
Trump's basic appeal is white nationalism, and, of course, we are looking at a future where there won't be an ethnic majority, white or otherwise; there will be a bunch of semi-blended minorities. The Trumpers think by coiling, hissing, and shaking their rattles (see link to Politico story above), they can stave this off. Though, of course, they can't.
In a more progressive cultural moment, they wouldn't feel that they could express these thoughts in a semi-public space.
I don't necessarily think it's a bad thing that they can.
It's always best to see your enemies' true faces.
I bought one set. It came in a sandlewood box that when opened all the way turned into a series of miniature rooms.
It made me so happy to see the Little Store! But I was concerned that items were not being restocked quicky enough, and Christmas was fast approaching, obviously the biggest retail opportunity of the year. I said to somebody, Please tell Rik he simply must order new inventory. But I didn't know whether Rik would.
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Had a mildly productive yesterday. Studied more tax law. Taught myself the calendar function on Squarespace. Reveled in that feeling of being a Real Human Girl that only paying off bills can give you. Tromped! Reread The King Must Die.
The big political story of the day was that apparently, Young Republicans love Hitler, think people from Arkansas are inbred cow fuckers, & would go to the zoo if they wanted to see monkeys playing ball.
Unsurprising.
Trump's basic appeal is white nationalism, and, of course, we are looking at a future where there won't be an ethnic majority, white or otherwise; there will be a bunch of semi-blended minorities. The Trumpers think by coiling, hissing, and shaking their rattles (see link to Politico story above), they can stave this off. Though, of course, they can't.
In a more progressive cultural moment, they wouldn't feel that they could express these thoughts in a semi-public space.
I don't necessarily think it's a bad thing that they can.
It's always best to see your enemies' true faces.