Non-anglophones, is this a thing you can relate to? I’ve never been told “das Mitochondrium ist das Kraftwerk der Zelle” or anything like it, at least not nearly to the extent that anglophones seem to, so much so that it’s forever burnt into their brain folds apparently.

At uni, a teacher of mine once wrote on the blackboard:

Paris in the
the spring

and then had a bunch of people read it out loud. I didn’t get to read it out but the entire time this was going on I was sitting there, questioning my sanity because none of the people chosen to read seemed to notice the second “the”.

That said, I’ve had a few glasses so fuck you.

Not and n/a, cis woman, too old for this shit. I kind of manage to get rid of any rubbish eventually and to avoid mould but people aren’t allowed in the flat. Somehow I never learnt the necessary self discipline and skills for keeping a space presentable, even though my mum was stay-at-home and kept her household shipshape. She just seems to have forgotten to teach me how to do anything. Is what I tell myself while ignoring that my younger sister has little issue in this regard. In my defense, I have ADHD and chronic fatigue.

If there’s any (any!) magic spell I’d like to be able to do, it’s “Eene meene kidney bean, my flat is now clean - hex hex!” I don’t need money or fame or whatever, just a spell to have a clean living space. I can work from there.

“INTO the lagoon”, you say? Promise?