As Do I

Things that happened yesterday when I went to a halloween haunt and amusement park for 12 hours straight while dressed as the 11th Doctor

- Many said the fit was dapper 😎

- Lady operating a rollercoaster, over the intercom, asked me and my sister “If she’s a pirate, then who are you?” I replied “The Doctor.”

“Just ‘The Doctor?’” It took me everything not to giggle. When the ride was over she asked “How was the ride, Doctor?” “Very good.” “I concur.” She was peak. Also made everyone say OOH-WHOOP every time she sent a ride out.

- The haunt starts. There are scare actors walking around. The first clown that comes up to me, asks “Are you Grunkle Stan?”

I threw my fez to the pavement laughing. I pulled a sonic screwdriver from my jacket and he goes “Oh, what are you gonna do? Erase my memory or something with that?” Me and my friends walked away giggling, while I sulked in defeat.

Right after this, we go to a haunted house and the lady at the entrance is the first to recognize my costume after being at the park for 7 hours.

My response, of course, is; “I could kiss you on the mouth right now- but I wont.” She told me about how she gave her husband a fear of statues when making him watch the show.

- We walk through a graveyard-decorated tunnel. There is an actor disguised as a statue. I dont think I need to explain what happened. But somehow, they got me.

- Going through a cornmaze. An actor in a scary corn husk costume starts making spooky noises as we walk past, but broke character and went “Oh! Doctor who!” Me and my friends cheered as we carried on.

- Towards the end, walking through the same clown area, a pair of creepy twin clowns marches past me and my sister. One jumps at us as they walk past and yells “THE DOCTOR!” and we both got jumpscared.

All in all, very fulfilling. Reminder to all nerds to cosplay the SHIT outta halloween. It was so fun. Would go back if I wasn’t poor and very tired and need to work/school.

Cos why am I planing a hole ass Shabbat with the hole

Fam

world so bleak it has my secular jewish ass lighting shabbat candles again

I like to think that Doctor Who from the Master's perspective could be called 'One Man's Quest To Get His Spouse To Come Back Home And Abandon His Massive Ant Colony'. Everything is so much funnier if you picture the Master being absolutely baffled at the Doctor defending Earth, because he's borderline immortal whilst humans die so quickly - killing a human is like stepping on a spider, and the Doctor is the guy who swoops in with a cup and paper to move the spider outside even if the decision seems nonsensical. I like to reframe the Master's attempts to take over the universe as him desperately asking the Doctor "we could get a dog? Or a cat? Or adopt? Are the ants really worth it, you have no other hobbies".

I do this dayley like ill have Spider man helping me with my physics homework and Percy Jackson is helping me in gym

sometimes you just have to let yourself be a bit neurodivergent.

i hate going out, it gives me a lot of anxiety and sensory input that i dont like, and i am often forced to talk to people.

so i do this thing on more difficult days, or sometimes just for fun, where i "bring a fictional character with me". i walk and imagine Fictional Character walking next to me. they talk to me, reassure me, hype me up, whatever i need them to do.

today dean winchester came christmas shopping with me. he went over the list with me of stuff i needed to get, told me i was doing a good job every time i finished in a certain shop, reminded me to take a deep breath when i got a little overwhelmed.

and yea. its kinda silly. and i know its just me talking to myself in a different voice, but it Works! especially since all of my special interests/hyperfixations tend to be tv/movie related.

so do what you gotta do to Get Shit Done. stop holding yourself to neurotypical standards. if you need Fictional Character to tell you you're doing a good job, do it! if you need Favourite Singer to walk you to school, do it! yea it might feel silly but you're literally fighting against your own brain to get stuff done every single day. you can have a little self indulgent daydream, as a treat.

It’s solar and wind and tidal and geothermal and hydropower.

It’s plant-based diets and regenerative livestock farming and insect protein and lab-grown meat.

It’s electric cars and reliable public transit and decreasing how far and how often we travel.

It’s growing your own vegetables and community gardens and vertical farms and supporting local producers.

It’s rewilding the countryside and greening cities.

It’s getting people active and improving disabled access.

It’s making your own clothes and buying or swapping sustainable stuff with your neighbours.

It’s the right to repair and reducing consumption in the first place.

It’s greater land rights for the commons and indigenous peoples and creating protected areas.

It’s radical, drastic change and community consensus.

It’s labour rights and less work.

It’s science and arts.

It’s theoretical academic thought and concrete practical action.

It’s signing petitions and campaigning and protesting and civil disobedience.

It’s sailboats and zeppelins.

It’s the speculative and the possible.

It’s raising living standards and curbing consumerism.

It’s global and local.

It’s me and you.

Climate solutions look different for everyone, and we all have something to offer.

Sounds about right

I am trying to choose to hope. 

I am choosing to imagine public transportation. 

Grocery stores with attached soup kitchens to decrease food waste. 

Neighborhood meal- and garden-sharing programs.

Green spaces connecting to other green spaces.

The rainforest ADVANCING, churning up dry soil and turning it dark and healthy. 

The sky filled with birds and the sea with fish, their populations increasing. 

The air and water clean. 

Emissions-free vehicles on roadways, with speeds governed, and safe streets for tricycles, bicycles, dogs, deer, and stray soccer balls.

Solar panels on every public building, over every parking lot. 

Beehives and wildflowers on the open berms between roadways. 

The total lack of gunshots around the world, and instead the sound of shovels, digging holes to plant fruit trees by public sidewalks. 

like right now

Happy pride month maybe I’ll start watching Doctor Who again

a day late but happy birthaday

happy birthday to the silliest little guy in all of elizabethan england