I wonder if anyone is making the same wish on me now that my heat shields have failed.

This will be the first time I'm opening up my new island, so just let me know if you want to come by and wish on some stars! Celeste is here, but of course is out in the mountains in the back of the island, behind all the villager houses. Thanks!

Edit: Still open! I'm just hanging out watching some anime, so you might as well come on down and wish on some stars! Haha.

Edit: Alright, closing up for the night. So glad so many of you got to visit!

Welcome to day 20 of my series where I list the funniest, the strangest, and the downright weirdest one-star Google reviews for MLB ballparks. Sorry about all the delays in this series - I’ve been quite a bit busy with various things in my actual life, but hopefully these will keep coming 2-3 times a week.

Today is Suntrust? Truist? The Battery? Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium? Braves Park? Does anyone really care about the name?

#food

> Not sure how people rate so high. Hours to get nachos. Not sure how hard to pour nachos over cheese. It's not like gourmet meal or anything

…..do you understand how nachos work? Do they just do them differently in the south?

 

> Im very disappointed that they removed boiled peanuts and replaced it with the bland roasted kind. Use to be a tradition coming here and get a bag of boiled peanuts.

 

> Ordered an overpriced hot dog. Smelled like a rotting corpse! 0/10!!!

 

#general weirdness

> I should've not cane to a game due to moving of all star game but but the bullet. After getting to entrance we were informed that no bags over 9x5 allowed in. My wife having slightly bigger didn't matter and ended up waiting an hour at bag check. Last home Braves game I attend. Should move back to The Ted.

 

> I guess they're leaving now because they don't like voter laws? What a farce

 

> Turn off the extremely bright and big sign facing 285. It's totally distracting and will definitely cause serious accidents

They need the sign so the pitchers can find the ballpark.

 

> An objective Pirates fan here. Great stadium. Reasonable prices and I had a really good time. 1 star for having to park 1 mile away and walk. Yes 1 mile. My hip replacement is 16 years old so that was a hard walk. Now that I know about the permit parking I will not walk that far again. Ridiculous.

 

> Im truly sorry for the new name of the Park because some marketing group thought it was a good name. SunTrust and BB&T should be embarrassed by the name. BB&T blocked me one Facebook lol

 

> When sitting in your seat and you turn around to see behind you in your face is man n*☆▪︎. Because you so compacted. When a hot dog, fry, and coke cost as much as a cheap ticket. When you have to walk a mile from parking. Sounds pretty cool right.

Solution: don’t look behind you while sitting in the stands at a baseball game.

 

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Edit: I am semi AFK. Please leave using the airport. And enjoy! :)

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Just kind of want to mine some meteorites/-oids and want to find more.

I first watched the episode when I was going through all of the episodes of Ben 10 I haven’t watched, this is pretty much one of my favorite episodes of Ben 10, or any television show (in the small handful of what I have watched in its entirety). (I’d also like to emphasize the difference between me liking it and me viewing it as good. Me saying that it’s one of my favorites is not me saying that it’s one of the best in my opinion.) The fanbase seem to be divided on this episode, the two views being “its great that its realistic and dark and that it has to do with themes rarely dealt with in western animation” or “its not great just because its dark and there’s a lot that doesn’t make sense”. Both are valid views, but a lot seem to go unnoticed. I have some thoughts about the episode never before put into words, which I’m going to do now.

I’ll start by talking about the 4 principal characters.

• Ben: I suppose he represents an uneducated outsider’s perspective. He sees Jennifer Nocturne in the way she is portrayed, like many others(e.g. prison guards), and despite numerous experiences that contradict his preconception of her character, he does not seriously consider the meaning of said experiences. He is mainly inert in the sense that he doesn’t change much over the course of this episode, and rises to face the vague but very real threat represented by the 2 antagonists. Before this, he is mostly focused on the simplistic notion of “rescuing” Nocturne, viewing her as an archetypal “Damsel in Distress”.

• Gwen: Perhaps a more thoughtful perspective on Nocturne, which may have evolved from her initial hypothesis that Nocturne is an accomplice. She approaches the principal conflict of the story without much emotional investment, impersonally and at a distance(indeed, this is a good attitude to have when this is her business), seeking to understand the true nature of her involvement with Carl Nesmith’s escape and hoping to aid in the recapture of Nesmith in doing so. In the episode, she primarily acts as Ben’s aide and advisor. Though her magical abilities offers her insight into the character of Nocturne, she is not Nocturne herself.

• Nesmith: His intentions are not discussed much beyond a vengeful hate for Ben, as well as wanting to go off the grid after taking his revenge. The attempt at killing Ben seems to be motivated by both of these intentions: he wants to take revenge as well as ensure that, from his view, the only person who would pursue him

I think you will lose points in all countries soon

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I was out in the yard with my 8 year old. She wanted to find the big dipper, but couldn't find it. I took out my phone to use a star tracker app to help us find it. We found the little dipper on the app, and while we were trying to line it up with what we saw in the sky, a bright light cam streaking across the sky. At first, I thought it was a plane or helicopter as we live near a small airport. Then the light broke apart into several pieces and as I was about to tell her it was a meteor, she shouted out at the top of her lungs, "I wish my mom was still alive!".

Later she felt bad, because she said she wasted her wish on something that couldn't come true. We watched the sky for another half hour, but never saw another. It was a beautiful sight, and the largest I have ever seen.

Some background, she lost her adopted mom (her grandmother) 6 months ago to COVID. We were friends with her adopted mom and no one in their family was able to keep all 3 of the kids that the grandmother had adopted. So we have taken all 3 into our home and our family of 3 doubled almost over night.

Later, we had a dance contest (a frequent occurrence here these days) and our judges this time were an inflatable Santa and penguin. Not surprisingly I lost again.

Before the Storm

I realize this may sound dramatic, but I’m fairly certain I have lost my mind, or that’s what I’ve been telling myself at least. Perhaps purely out of denial but also as a measure of self preservation, despite how redundant that notion now is. In all honesty, for a time it brought some sense of excitement to my painfully monotonous existence, but the true scope of this otherworldly phenomenon has now made itself horrifically apparent. Creating some form of record of my ordeal is the only consolation I can muster at this late stage, because whatever the case may truly be, it will be over soon, one way or another. On a nightly basis, for almost two weeks now, I’ve watched both the heavens and the earth descend into unadulterated eldritch chaos.

. . .

I don’t tend to leave my apartment too much these days, you could say I’m not really a fan of outside, a crippling social anxiety turned mild agoraphobia has made me withdraw from society somewhat. I’m relatively comfortable though, rarely glimpsing daylight that isn’t filtered through darkened drapes. Through a combination of working from my pc at home and day trading, I bring in more than enough money to survive, while a couple of trips per week to the twenty-four hour store on the corner gets me though in the way of groceries. I’ve found this also helps prevent my agoraphobia from getting any worse, forcing myself to confront society and this irrational burden. Yet despite venturing for provisions at the most inhumane hours possible, this town never seems to rest, as its colloquial namesake would suggest, so my hopes of avoiding anyone aside from the kind cashier never comes to fruition, but like I said, probably a good thing. I don’t hate people, they just terrify me in a way even I struggle to understand, let alone put into words.

Admittedly I lied, outside actually fascinates me to no end, I’ll sit at my fifth story window staring out over the cities' skyline and it’s luminous display, reflecting off the surface of the river in between. Though as much as I enjoy the cityscape at night, nothing is more captivating than the stars. Blackouts are a special treat not often offered to my solitary existence, removing the veil of light pollution reveals the majesty and awe of the milky way galaxy from our internal point of view, bathed in starlight from the far reaches of the universe. I would often sit and watch the sky all night in silence, or at least until the power was restored, l

Fauna

Thinking back now, despite the often horrific nature of the beings on display, I truly wish I’d had the foresight and mental capacity to document as many as I could, nature and its residents have long been a fascination of mine, hiding from man, I have always found myself drawn to both the primitive automation and striking individualism displayed by different animals, the different levels of sentience pushing through the blockade of hardcoded, subconscious instinct.

. . .

Without exaggeration, several zoological encyclopedia volumes could be written describing merely what I’ve seen from my unmoving vantage point, a microcosm of what the earth has to offer. Of the hundreds of unique species to which I’ve bore witness, the biological variance of our local plane can not even compare, some held familiar, animal like qualities, others were so entirely alien, finding any comparative example proved entirely impossible.

Then there are some, a minority amongst the somewhat normal, or at least natural beasts and beings, even those entirely eldritch in appearance and nature seemed familiar in comparison. These... entities, were... well... I honestly don’t know, not due to a lack of trying I still cant comprehend exactly what they are, let alone what they look like. I get the same feeling of incomprehension from every creature to some extent or another, but these were the embodiment of ill-defined. Akin to a computer, receiving direction to a set of data, but when retrieved said information ceases to exist, in fact never appeared to have existed in the first place. Like physical matter in my own world becoming ill defined, these... things seemed to exist everywhere, yet nowhere, in contrast to the tight wave function of my physical reality that delves into infinity, these seemed to be comprised of zero iterations of themselves, in a state of non-existence, their wave function in a perpetual state of collapse. Never everywhere, nor somewhere, always nowhere, yet despite its existential contradiction, they just... are.

I stopped paying them any mind when, having pushed far past the pain I should have, began bleeding profusely from the ears, a small pool of blood had bathed around my elbows before I realized. Leaning on my hands, it had oozed down my cheeks to my forearms and onto my window sill. I was horrified, as I’d lost a couple of hours from my immediate memory with little to no recollection of the time between, only aware of these anomalous bein

Back in the day when Desperate Housewives was the shit I remember hearing rumors about how much the other housewives despised Teri Hatcher. Nicollette Sheridan supposedly said that Teri Hatcher was the meanest woman in the world lol. There were rumors swirling around about hostility onset and bullying. To add fuel to the fire the other housewives never included her in stuff whenever they got together off set .

About Last Night

I woke around lunchtime with a start, despite only being about forty hours ago, it feels like a lifetime on top of the eternity that was the past fortnight. Curled up in the fetal position on my hard floor, head pounding beyond any measure, with the image of the cloaked figures’ “face” burned permanently into my mind. I remained there, prone for a time until out of nowhere my stomach folded in on itself before attempting to purge its non-existent contents, bringing me to the realization I hadn’t eaten in days, I was more dehydrated than I think I’d ever been and looked like absolute shit, to put it honestly.

I spent the afternoon recovering and resting, after showing I forced a sandwich and as much water I could manage down my throat, enjoying the sunlight for the first time in a long while, I took in this moment of peace for as long as I could, for I knew it wouldn’t last long.

. . .

Soaking in the warmth of the afternoon sun, I stared up at the clear blue sky, basking in the familiarity. As I watched a plane soar overhead, a particularly large flock of birds caught my eye, flying out to sea.

“a storm?” I thought to myself, then another, larger flock further north appeared out from behind the skyline across the river, also heading south straight out to open ocean. I raised my head in curiosity, spotting another few more similar groupings of differing species all making their way in the same heading. Watching their bizarre movements with both curiosity and a looming sense of dread, I suddenly spotted something that shouldn’t be there, at least not yet.

Looming over the western horizon, almost entirely cloaked by the ever blue shroud that is our day-lit atmosphere, was, what initially appeared as some form of celestial body, like a pitch black moon about to come crashing to earth, but as time went on, more and more bled its way through what once formally acted as my only safeguard from the encroaching universe.

What appeared round was in actuality the front end of an impossibly elongated river of darkness, stretching from the far reaches of the cosmos, splitting again and again in a network of ever increasing threads, weaving over the firmament. Like a complex root system or river delta, it was almost fractal in nature, unable to make out any beginning nor end of this absurd cosmic feature, the “main” arm fading into the depths of the cosmos while the tips of each thread becoming so fine they were impossible to make out from

Hey there!

Celest is for the first time on my island and there are many falling stars.

Drop a comment if you want to come over. :)