Yo listening to “Condos”, specially toward the end—hearing Cecil Baldwin’s earnestness and excitement while being Cecil Palmer—hearing every one’s enthusiasm for being who they are in the show, so fully and wonderfully—plus with live music—makes me wanna cry man.
dammit tumblr i was up to a massive 32 followers from my previous 17. i know i was gone for like a week but, come on menandorwomenandorpeopleofothergenders: hit me up on the t-yuzmblr. i am soooooooo interesting. like, so much. seriously. just check my archive or howerver this dumb shit works to see for yourself.
Just bought “Condos” from Night Vale’s bandcamp. The amount of psyched I am is wonderful.
Dude from Paris Baguette is so nice. Second time in a row we’ve gotten free food from him, and he bows so much and so deeply; I definitely don’t deserve it. I was so honored when he gave me his card. I am going to buy him beer in exchange for Korean lessons. Once I get up the nerve.
Today my co teacher for fifth grade was translating for me. In the second fifth grade class of the day, during the question and answer section of my introduction, a little kid raised his hand. My co teacher relayed to me his question:
"He wants to know where in your house you keep your gun."
In America we are known for being less nice than Canadians, having guns—all of us—and fucking up asia a bunch of times.
— Welcome to Night Vale ep. 41 “WALK.”