Today’s deck is the Mystic Forest Tarot.
You might be wondering why there’s no mat today. We’ll get to it.
I was checking the deck because it’s a bootleg with no credits and it has a specific color palette I associate with AI stuff.
The artstyle was slightly inconsistent but it was kinda more like if you hired three different artists for specific cards. This wasn’t conclusive disproofing but I gave it the benefit of the doubt since the illustrations felt deliberate instead of “input “five of swords” and get a circle of swords with a five on it”.
…it’s so exhausting to need to approach everything like this…
Anyway, no sooner I’m thinking this and BAM! Ripped card.
I’ve been doing this blog for close to two years now, I’ve used a Lot of decks, and this is still the first time I’ve seen this specific thing happen.
I might’ve encountered AI decks but printhouses aren’t manned by chatbots so it was kinda baffling. So baffling that I figured I should take the one card that looks like you took a bite our of it as an omen.
And the Nine of Wands is definitely how I’ve been feeling. There’s a reason I’ve been so looking forward to my next trip.
By the way, this is 100% a bootleg so don’t take this as criticism on the quality of the original product. The price of piracy is rolling a die with quality and I rolled bad this time.
For the next step of travel prep I put in the pickup order of all the luggage. I was kinda expecting things to be picked up around like Wednesday but latest is Tuesday (based on my arrival date) so Tuesday it is…
The process is neat because it includes the return date, I don’t have to make a second appointment, they’ll show up and take my luggage back on the day I tell them to.
At the risk of jinxing things, weather wasn’t ass today so I took the chance to do laundry. It’s already that point of summer where it’s 29 degrees and I’m sweating for dear life.
You might think that being latin american means I’d be used to the heat… and that’s true insofar as me specifically being built more to resist heat (by virtue of sweating like a motherfucker) than cold, but I’m telling you now, Japanese summer should be respected and I learned that respect the hard way.
I forget if I’ve told this story before, but there’s nothing new today so might as well tell it.
My first apartment was in an old building, really old, 70s old. And it had an AC befitting the era. I moved in around May and while it was already warm it wasn’t THAT bad, it was kinda similar to when I traveled in September the year before, even. Surely summer isn’t that bad.
Summer was that bad. So I decide fine it’s time to start the AC. The AC was kinda noisy but it worked… until it didn’t.
One August (yes, AUGUST) night it made a weird sound and it started spouting hot air IN SUMMER! IN AUGUST!!
The AC broke.
In August.
And I didn’t know how to contact my landlady. Even if I did, I didn’t have a cellphone number.
AND it was start of month meaning I wouldn’t see them for like a month.
August 2018 is when Fer learned to fear and respect Japanese Summer.
Say you’re from the hood in the sahara all you want, it will still kick your ass.