Oat milk was discovered much more recently than you may have known. Like many now-familiar technologies, it was found by accident during the Apollo program when NASA learned what a zero-g environment does to goat milk.
OPLA Music
Sonya Belousova [Composer and Music Producer of OPLA] talks about the "MISS WEDNESDAY" Official Soundtrack
From Sonya Belousova Instagram Account
Everyone passionately defending the em dash from being stolen completely by AI has also had the side effect of teaching me that I’ve been using it wrong. I was doing this - with a normal-sized dash and spaces between - rather than the larger dash with no spaces. So that’s cool I guess
it's actually called em dash because it's meant to be the width of an M. There's also an n dash which is meant to be the width of an N.
normal dash is for in-between words, like in in-between!
n dash is usually for numbers, like when you're saying, "I did 4–7 things today."
m dash is for interjecting a sentence to add context—extra information or thoughts and lists of things—without making said context seem less important than the rest of the sentence (which would be the case with brackets).
on mobile keyboards, you can usually hold down on the dash to make the other dashes appear
like so.
and while it's not incorrect to use em dashes with a space before and after the dash — this definitely done in published writing too! — it's less common than using it without those spaces, especially online.
"Normal dash" is also known as a hyphen. It's frequently used in hyphenated words such as "gluten-free" or compound modifiers as in the phrase "a ham-and-cheese sandwich".
En-dash is also used for time periods (1889–1935) and to convey that two entities are involved and equally important (the Dodgers–Giants game, the Iraq–Iran War). It conveys sequence and it avoids taking sides.
em dash is for people who think parentheticals, semi-colons, and cinnamon splices are things that only exist for other people. I am definitely one of the people for whom em dashes are essential. If you look at any story I've written in the last 35 years you're going to find a lot of stuff that apparently makes it look like AI wrote my stories but I promise you, no LLM could ever be as fucked up about punctuation as I am IRL.
A cinnamon splice sounds delicious, tbh.
I have absolutely no idea why my phone heard cinnamon slice instead of comma splice, but I am glad I brought you Joy! I just woke up from a night where nightmare where I was basically aphasic and experiencing cognitive decline and there are times when my phone makes me doubt whether or not I've had a stroke that's for damn sure. I also needed to reassure myself that I've been pronouncing Circe correctly for the last 35 years or so (spoiler: I have! and like Herakles it drives me banana crackers insane to hear it mispronounced on the regular).
my neuro is so spicy I can't even
I use n-dashes rather than m-dashes, as a stylistic thing out of laziness - I shall not waver in this; my stance is a fixed point around which the universe may turn - and I always prefer it with flanking spaces. I think this has given away the author when I’ve done anonymous gifts before to people who know me well!
You know something I’ve figured out in the past few months as someone who 1. Doesn’t have a lot of friends and 2. Actually finds it very hard to make friends is that the fastest quickest route to befriending people is to engage with them like they’re already your friends
What do I mean by that? I mean, show up places and do things and talk to people. I joined the amateur theatre group in my city and a creative collective and I forced myself to go to meetups when I was tired and nervous about it but even moreso— I met a couple very cool people while working on a theatre project and I forced myself to ask for their numbers
And then I forced myself to text them! It felt so cringy and lame but that was just a fucking lie in my brain! I invited them to see movies and I sent them book & video game & movie recommendations and you know what? They appreciated that! They texted me back! I sent messages like “hey! How’s school?” Or “do you have any advice on grant applications?” And “you wanna get a beer sometime this week?” And every single time it felt like I was flinging myself off a big dark precipice into nothing and every single time I got a friendly response back
So like, the cringe is fucking fake, if you want people want to be your friend sometimes you literally just have to decide that they’re your friends and talk to them as such
12 years old: i was so cringe when i was nine, i'm super mature now though
15 years old: i was so cringe when i was twelve, i'm super mature now though. i'm a totally different person. i'm basically an adult
18 years old: i was so. (trying to be nicer to myself) fifteen. when i was fifteen. i wasn't an adult even a little back then. i'm an adult now though of course
21 years old: i was so newborn fawn taking its first steps when i was 18. i wasn't an adult at 18 i'm barely even an adult now tbh
23 years old: i was so. hey wait the others have all gone up in increments of three why'd it change
23 years old: because i'm still 23 so i can't speak to that experience yet
23 years old: do you think anything will magically change in the next few months to the point where you can't possibly imagine how you'll feel at 24
23 years old: i mean you never know. anything can happen. they're letting people born in 2002 turn 24, for instance
the mold spores in my house speaking to me telepathically: yeah that's perfect now hit post
