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The Roving Spindle, a modified camper van on the outside and a spinning, weaving, tailoring workshop on the inside, is passing through Lewisia. If you have longed for a dress spun from actual starlight or a suit of living flowers, the duo of spinsters can create it, all with the convenience of a house call. Unlike many in the business, they have no interest in firstborn children or ransomed kingdoms, though they may require questing for certain raw materials.

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LL#1292

The week has been an adventure. While hauling a machine out for decommissioning, we lost control of it and it toppled over. No one was hurt, and it was destined for scrapping anyway. It has, however, sent our upper manager into a frantic tailspin of anxiety (which is pretty much a day that ends in Y with that one). I built something to mitigate future risk, only to have it get rejected with a lot of handwringing about liability over house-made equipment. As though we don’t build stuff constantly, including many of the machines we use to make our product. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Yesterday, we got to go to the local farmer’s market, though. That was real nice. Not a ton of produce that I wanted--we’re already inundated with strawberries and stone fruits. I did get some weird eggplant thingies, which are currently roasting.

The weather cooled down as the week went on, but it is set to become absolutely blistering this next week. *sigh*

Lewisia: 3 new pieces written

Day job: 42.5 hours

Cooking: rúgbrauð via KAF (pretty nice, though the smell is a bit more intense than I enjoy)

Gardening: succulent club meeting

Reading: The Foxhole Court by Nora Sakavic (stumbled across a bit of fanart for this on tumblr and have fallen headfirst down a rabbit hole)

Listening: Tangles by S. J. Tucker (how have I gone this far into the year without an album from Sooj?), Fever Dream Radio by Sbassbear (as mentioned)

Clock Mouse: 1298 words--two more names chosen!

Other: farmer’s market visit, mum’s truck to mechanic

Have you ever wanted to hear the sound of ADHD?



I know of Sbassbear by way of their remixes of the Game Grumps. GG just did a reaction vid to the latest such Sbassbear release, and Dan mentioned that Sbassbear had a new album out. He described it as "51 minutes and 77 tracks, it's insanity, and I love it." Which was intriguing, because what, why, how?

I then spent an hour listening to the painfully relatable experience of one's brain just being a frantically spinning radio dial. It's a mix of music and fake ads and spoken word and gibberish. It is probably not everyone's style of humor; I wouldn't have been able to say that it was my style of humor. And yet, the giggling and sputtering did not stop.

I streamed it on YT, as embedded above. It's also on Bandcamp, and yes, I WILL be buying it and listening to it obsessively.

That being said, I actually really recommend listening to it on YT at least once, especially if you do not have any kind of adblocker. The experience of the video cutting to commercials while I was in another room and having no idea it wasn't part of the bit was genuinely hilarious. I got an ad for some hospital, with a person saying earnestly that he thought he was pretty healthy but was having chest pains that turned out to be a "widowmaker" heart attack, and he didn't know it until he walked into the hospital. This was delivered in such a tone of "shucks, I'm just a regular Joe Doofus, and I don't know shit about fuck," I truly believed it was part of the album and kept waiting for a punchline and/or beat to drop. Priceless.

I also got unexpectedly emotional at the penultimate track, when he talks about the very real struggles of being a creator with ADHD.

The first few mantis shrimp had come from the mermaids, traded for rare freshwater shells coveted by the salt-dwelling, and he had undertaken a project of selective breeding and training. Having a domesticated mantis shrimp as an assistive animal had its own limitations, but there was room by the window for both his easel and an aquarium with an elaborate communication board. Though he was colorblind, his service shrimp guided him through a world of color even the finest paints struggled to render.

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LL#1291