A Two-Bra Kinda Day (Patreon)

I guess there's a pseudo confession to make. I guess the mirror image of myself -- Egyptized sense of introverted solemnity included -- left a couple of things omitted, initially.

The first is that I posted a picture alongside the chart, the one with me in the yellow top in the foreground. I did take that photo in a bra. I use the term loosely -- this is a Glamorise 56J cup, whose sister-sizes go into a realm where it can be used as a loose sling, more than anything.

Truth be told, I don't necessarily think that I'm going to be eligible for anything that resembles a traditional bra -- unless certain advancements are made in the field of tee-ta--luuurgy [metallurgy?] -- going forward.

You guys want to hear something kooky? I want to preface by saying that I have a mind that is directed to engineering. I honestly think that my life would be benefitted by an origin story where I learned more about how machines worked.

I will say, in spite of this, that I did get to learn a few things growing up. I'm a crack-shot, and can use a 22-LR to knock a dog off a flea's back at 100 yards. Silliness aside, I can hit the 9-ring.

I know the difference between a buzz-saw and a chop-saw, and at one point, hacked off a bit of finger at the will of a deli slicer (and my own lack of observation).

I see music in the spheres and I hear a greater diligence of how they spin around each other.

I'm going to be honest with you all really quick.

They've grown a lot lately.

They're not quite so big as you think they'd might be.

But they are pretty damned big.

They're not as heavy as you might think.

But they're heavy, not going to lie about that.

They occupy my front.

They occupy my life.

I don't hate them, and there's no reduction coming up.

They are complicated. Sometimes, in defiance of what I said, I do hate them.

But they're mine. I grew them. There's love, there.

Not as heavy, but heavy...

Yeah. It's a strange thing, when you're doing pretty well, overall. But are still in a place where you are exploring mobility options.

(No spoilers, but there's the one notion of plucking a table-surface atop a walker [re: Amazon]... Which I think a number of you brigands [and not a small number of BE enthusiasts] might get a kick out of.

Alright. Time to get back to work -- part of that is going to me making sure the canonical info is successfully buried by paint before anyone else has a chance to see it.