An Ode to the Pig-Faced Lady Beneath a parasol of lace, Concealed from vulgar town and square, There sits the town’s immortal myth, Beyond belief and past despair: A dowager in silver silk, With sterling trough and napkin spread, Whose pedigree is pure debauch, Whose countenance is porcine-bred. The dapper clerks of Mayfair pine, And bankrupt dukes in queues assemble; For what is one snout-bearing chin, When twenty thousand pounds make tremble? "Ah, sweet Susanna!" groans a peer, "Thy snout is formed of purest grace, Or rather, if one squints a bit, Thy bank-notes quite outshine thy face!" She grunts polite in five beaux arts, Can embroider, sew, and sigh, Yet when the curate bids her weep, A gentle truffle meets her eye. The penny-sheets their woodcuts print, To feed the gaping parlor-crowd: The marvel walks in satin shoe, Her suitors eager, blind, and bowed. So ring the bells of Kensington, And toast the bride of ancient fame; For gold can soften any jowl, And high society is tame: Where half the men behave like swains, And half the swine are dressed as men, A snout is scarcely out of place Within the drawing-room's polite pen.

Decided to restart Skyrim for the twentieth time, playing my typical necromantic vampire dark brotherhood baddie.

It is often possible, through attentive observation of a person’s manner and bearing, to form a reasonably sound inference about the vocation to which they are most naturally suited. So what sort of job do you think I would be good at? – at Minnesota, USA

For me the most frustrating thing about living in this current time hasn't been the economic uncertainty or inability to see a future for myself but rather the constant barrage of propaganda from multiple vectors and not knowing what I should expect in return for supporting who.

I've been doxxed. My real name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

What if you were shown a glimpse of the future and what you saw was a dystopian nightmare so you try to change the future for the better but in trying to alter the future your efforts ultimately contribute to manifesting the future that you saw?

If you really want an impending future event to panic about research Q-Day.

I wish life would throw me a crumb and give me a hint whether or not I should even bother caring about the future.