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I am two fools, I know For loving, and for saying so Thackeray in the streets, Bouguereau in the sheets
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Some rest days I really do wonder if I actually have legs or just two giant pieces of ham I have a modicum of control over

I know someone who after 9 years of Trump still with a sort of indignant surprise says "he just says stuff, he thinks you can just say anything" and every time I further run out of ways to say "well, yeah", I diagnose them with lib brain.

Sitting here watching two people repeatedly failing a route, one visibility beating himself up with a scowl and loud puffs that send the chalk up; the other languidly falling on the mat, looking back up with a demure incline, peaceful, like a blossom freshly fallen in early summer.

"Oh uh just one more thing...the Spice only exists on one planet in the entire universe"

Love how in Korean/Chinese court dramas I have absolutely no understanding of the limits of medicine. They can accurately determine complex illnesses by feeling a pulse. All medication is brown soup. There is a "bleeding stopping" medicine. They have the Dingkun Pellet that fixes your female energy.

Troubling moment when Moby Dick elicits a "babes, I know how you feel"

Hope the person next to me correctly realised my longing, wistful gaze, expressing a heart bursting with years of wanton ambition, went out to the cigarette she carelessly situated between perched lips and lit with a match.

In the acknowledgements to Snow Crash, Neil Stephenson notes the book was "hard to write", I mean, yeah, I bet, it's a fucking masterpiece

Love how my Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace videos come with a prodigious subtitler who does helpful footnotes, helping me know when the emperor is being too witty for the person they are talking too; if only my every day life had such a scholar.

God help me I've started copying the little "electric engine whirl" noises my ballet teacher makes when they adjust someone's pose.

Love the Jack-in-a-box vibe of nsfw posts on here, just a little bar I will inevitably tap and just absolutely no clue what will happen if I do

Finding the conversation starter "thinking about the Roman empire every day is a good baby's first step towards thinking about the Chinese empire every day" is certainly starting conversations, though of a somewhat more pugnacious nature than I anticipated.

Hardly a novel observation but sometimes it seems such a poignant irony to me that the people who come out strongest against "gender ideology" are themselves by far the strongest ideologues about gender.

look ive never been a pronouns in email type of person but how the fuck can you demand your employees remove them and still sleep at night like how can you feel like you're doing anything other than goosestepping

Love how in Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace, some western painter shows up talking about monogamy and voluntary separation, and a maid helpfully explains,

When talking with people who don't play games they often do a big apologetic "I can't hold a controller, ha, ha" thing whereas I think really my vibe is more like being the frog guy who knows a lot about some little pond of frogs and will share with you—while shaking their head—how odd frogs are.

Love how you get so many chapters of Sun Wukong doing his zany stuff like fighting the forces of the Celestial Emperor, and then much later Tripitaka, who is very much a mortal, is just confronted by him going "oh I stole this from the ocean dragon, it was at the time I revolted against Heaven..."

I feel even by the high standard that descriptions of motorcycle tyres and cyborg dogs had given me, I didn't expect a Snow Crash sex scene to be that extremely good.

Important topology update

Young woman cycling, green coat and orange beanie, looking down at the street with the concerned look of cold; her perky nose red like a precocious apple on a misty spring morning

I love the trope where someone obsessed with money is in their death throes and takes one last look at all their gold. Its great because its at once a moment to think about the poignancy of living in the World of Illusions and seeking to hold on to it; and also to think "you fool—you utter buffoon."

There's a real Cassandrian element to me reading a lot of psychology/neuroscience papers, in that I can now analyse myself in ways which to me yield results and which are almost impossible to explain (in a short time) to others.

This is exactly one of those statements that gets me worked up so much I could scream, and then like many before it within a week will be something I am convinced I have forever believed.

Young woman still wearing an ugly Christmas sweater, combined to surprising effect with leather trousers, hastily walking into an office supply shop, her blonde hair swinging over a shoulder as she looks back with something indicating great import.

this post is haunting me

Caves of Qud

Concerning political times

Etsy, where I add an item to my cart and then the website immediately warns me that my favourite item is already in 1 cart

The Jeroen who started calorie counting in September 2023 would be delighted to know that one day I really would try out a new fit, look in the mirror and just go "wait my stomach is flat" though I don't think that Jeroen could possibly have conceived of just how good that feels.

Every time my dentist redoes the bone anchors there just happens to be someone nearby who has never seen them and he shows it off to them, and it had done wonders to me being able to in declinement wordlessly convey "heya there, how 'ya doing"

Can't believe I read some 70 pages of Karamazov that I perfectly hated, only to then read a single sentence and go "oh l see what you were going for"

I was letting a little bemused "was that a friendly chat or was that an 'he's into me' chat" resonate over my face, and when my eyes went back into focus I saw a fat guy blankly stare at me with the emotional affect of a pitbull watching a hyacinth he's long since started to disapprove of.