marnanel @marnanel@queer.party

Current list of verbs for you to try: glide, blink, wink, rise, shake, frown, vanish, smile, sniff, yawn, sleep, cough, stare, nod, breathe, sneeze, blush, sink, bounce, whistle, hum, laugh, cry, talk, hover, jump, expand, explode, walk, run, leap, dance,

Still to implement: snore, eat, fly, hop

"Podd" was a 1980s BBC Micro game for schools. Yusuf and Leah (hello!) wanted to play, so I ported it to HTML5.

My favourite is "Podd can explode". What else can you find?

I'm not yet finished building this, and I'd appreciate bug reports and boosts.

https://marnanel.org/podd/

my heart, from a very young age,
has roared like a tiger in rage;
it's safer to hide
so I shut it inside
and keep it locked up in a cage

"Please do not cover sign with refuge bins"

Seen just now in Stockton Heath.

THIS BE THE VERSE
by Philip Larkin

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.

Parody of...

THIS BE THE WORST
by Adrian Mitchell

They tuck you up, your mum and dad,
They read you Peter Rabbit, too.
They give you all the treats they had
And add some extra, just for you.

They were tucked up when they were small,
(Pink perfume, blue tobacco-smoke),
By those whose kiss healed any fall,
Whose laughter doubled any joke.

Man hands on happiness to man,
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
So love your parents all you can
And have some cheerful kids yourself.

And I thought, Shall I say something? No. I shall leave this beautiful jewel for someone else to find.

If it had been in English or Spanish, it would certainly have been found and fixed. But there aren't all that many French speakers in Pennsylvania.

End of story.

Once in the US I was waiting in the play area at McD's for my kid, who was playing in the ball pit. The tables all had screens for games, so I was idly playing a quiz in French.

Screen: Which fast food chain's boss sold his soul to Satan in 2008?

Me: ...McD's?

Screen: Correct

At Salford Pink Picnic. Come over and say hello!

Tales of being a trans kid:

When I was about 9, we often had square dancing at school. There were several more boys in the class than girls, so the teacher used to give out sashes for boys to be "honorary girls".

Every time, I was desperate to get one of those sashes.

Prescription sunglasses at last!

I heard there was a song designed
to infiltrate the human mind
infectious like a virus running through you:
The danger's in the song's refrain,
the melody controls your brain
so every word and thought is "hallelujah"...