From f61c79fcc9a7e1477d1085794f07cc0fd009044f Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: adam Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2026 16:03:55 -0500 Subject: [PATCH] this note is futile. i don't think there's anyone who needs and will accept clarification, and i think the kind of person jumping to the wrong conclusion will never be shaken out of it. probably ought to just skip it. --- src/script.md | 1 + 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+) diff --git a/src/script.md b/src/script.md index 0a35f28..306a8d9 100644 --- a/src/script.md +++ b/src/script.md @@ -88,6 +88,7 @@ There's a version of this that's just black cast iron. absolutely *my* vibe. but my house is a shoes-off kind of house. The habit was instilled when i was a kid. when i started paying to rent my own square footage, i guess wanted to truly experience the carpeting i was indebted for. Or maybe it's just that i don't have any love for footwear. there are people who do, and i mean really do, have love for shoes. I can't fathom it, but hats off to them. +[note] she's a year older than me, you vermin so when i indulge in our former vice-president's most hated human endeavour, and my ladyfriend insists on continuing to feature her clunky New Balances while on the clock, she tells me it's because my floor is atypically filthy. There's a certain amount of what my mother would call male-pattern-blindness, i can't deny. But the biggest contributer is ash. Ash, and splinters. i'm constantly sweeping up the detritus from this damn near simean primitive ritual. [indicate large wood fragment]