Every day I think no way, no way can I crane my neck enough to kiss Holly on her perfect little beak. And every day I push through and I. Do. It. Anyway!
I must not mock Gen Alpha. Mocking Gen Alpha is the mind killer. Mocking Gen Alpha is the little-death that brings total generational solidarity obliteration. I will engage with Gen Alpha lovingly. I will permit them to be cringe. And when they grow up I will turn my eye to their accomplishments. Where mocking has gone there will be nothing. Only generational solidarity remains
My larp character is going to be skulking so bloomers, spats, and a jaunty chapeau are in the works. Finished the hat today. Cut out and lined the spats. Tomorrow I'll cut out the bloomers and maybe get some stuff finished before game time.