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It’s like clouds. Wafting along peacefully, not bothering anyone. And then the wind picks up and scatters them all around, the sky goes overcast and the clouds aren’t lazy and peaceful anymore. They’re glum and hazy. It’s hard to say what they are. Maybe the start of a storm, maybe hinting at a tornado over the horizon. Maybe just smog from all the burnoff wells. Who knows? Only time will tell.

From the ground, you can’t throw a rock at a cloud. The cloud is out of your reach, for the most part. You can yell; it can’t hear you, and even if it could, it’s […]

Humans are a strange creature.

Don’t check the news first thing in the morning while getting ready for work. You’ll end up irritated and late to leave. I can go in at 5 or 6:30. Looks like a 6:30 day again.

The me from ten years ago thought the news was bad back then, and that the world couldn’t possibly get any more insane and outlandish. I regret thinking that. The me from ten years ago was an idiot.

Turn english captions on if not already. I <3 this. Ignore weird catgirl. Or don’t. I don’t care. I want to play this at work sometime so people can give me weird looks and think, “Why, that there ain’t ‘Murican. Why’s she not singin’ ’bout beer an’ guns an’ such?” I did that with some Tunisian metal a while back and everyone acted like I was a terrorist for about a week. It was awesome. But if I have to listen to one more country song, I might go crazy. There’s a tear in mah beeeeer.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y78khzdJMJE

I just want to be a fly on the wall if human civilization survives another thousand years – I want to be there to hear some archaeologists talk about discovering meme culture and what a groundbreaking find it is. They’ll wonder why we lived how we live. I bet a lot of people today wonder that same thing. They’ll spend countless hours pondering over the significance of the most insipid, stupid, pointless memes and what relevance they had to our culture. Whether we worshiped memes, or were suffering from lead poisoning.

One day, an archaeologist will discover Gangnam Style and spend years writing a thesis about […]

Yes, you!

Tell me a story. Something made up. Something true. Funny, serious, absurd, allegory, a bad joke, a good joke, a dad joke… whatever. Tell me about the drunk squirrel that got into your fermented pumpkin collection. Tell me about the amoeba named Stan who ate himself. I’ll tell you my version of that story if I can remember how it goes. It was a good one, but I think I threw it away.

Who knows. It might kill some time, and maybe it’ll be fun. I dunno. I had to put up with family earlier, so if I don’t fall over drunk in the next […]

I have a thousand things I need to do, but I just can’t. I have the day off, so I can’t. It’s a day off. Which means I can’t do anything but vegetate. I have to replace a collapsed lifter in my engine. Can’t. Day off. Have to drive to my dad’s house to help him with stuff. Can’t. Day off. I can change the cat litter and feed the monsters, but they’ll start jumping on me and miaowing at my face if I don’t do that. Can do that.

I’m out of food. Can’t go to the store. Day off. I need a shower. Can’t. […]

Shush.

All day long I had to fight the urge to just walk outside, get in my car and drive until my engine blows out. Just go. Dunno where, but that’s the part that makes it exciting. Who knows where you’ll end up. Considering I live in America, the odds are stacked against me – everywhere has exactly the same homogeneous culture with exactly the same homogeneous art and exactly the same commodified institutions and markets, but you never know. Maybe I’d wind up in a cult town that shuns the modern world and sacrifices goats every sabbath.

Everything is the same everywhere. It’s like living in […]

Yes, it does.

If you leave me alone with something, I will master it quickly without any guidance. If you stand over me and tell me how to do it, I’ll bumble around like a toddler. If more than two people are in a room with me talking, I will go manic. Just one, I’m fine. If you mention pop culture references to me, they’ll sail so far over my head that I’ll hear them whiz by, but I won’t be able to spot them in the stratosphere. Then I’ll feel like I said something strange and wonder what the hell just happened.

If you say something […]

I like this. Makes me wonder what I’ve forgot. My power just went out randomly and all the clocks are blinking 12:00. Cat is sitting on computer in front of monitor looking at me as I look at cat looking at me.

Only without the weird Japanese chick. Hopefully the universe is watching and laughing about it, otherwise this is all for nothing.

Even despite it all, this video is the greatest thing ever.

I think this guy has struck gold.

Other people are exhausting. Having to deal with bills and corporations is exhausting. Having to deal with government agencies is exhausting. Having to talk to people is exhausting. Typing is exhausting. Thinking is exhausting. Countering stilted points other people make, that they know are stilted and yet still make them, is exhausting. Having to smile and act friendly despite all of this is exhausting. Can I just go to sleep for a couple of days and not have anyone bother me? On second thought, that sounds exhausting. I think I’m turning into the Sloth Demon from Dragon Age. I’d fight you about it, but I’m […]

Didn’t catch anything in the river. Found a really cool spot miles out on this derelict service road just off the main street in town. Of course, it started snowing and turned into an almost whiteout. Shock and awe, nature is the greatest terrorist. You think it’s Spring? Ha! Think again.

Feeling good now that I’ve had my nature fix. Stupid nature.

I did catch a big cat when I got home. I don’t think I’ll throw him back, he’s too cute.

Don’t mind the shouting. This song is amazing if you can find your way past that. It’s not a hopeless song. It just seems that way the first time you hear it. I guess if you know you’re dying, it all makes sense. Everybody dies, but not everyone really knows it’s coming. It’s like a willful ignorance. Life feels like an eternal journey, even when you want to end it, until mortality smacks you in the face. Then things start falling into focus.

More drunk. |I think I have a problem. I mean, reality still exists. That’s a problem.

Anybody ever wake up after a really great dream, thinking maybe, maybe it wasn’t a dream? So you look outside, only to be disappointed that there aren’t hordes of zombies, or mushroom clouds on the horizon? Drats. Maybe tomorrow.

Just a (summary) thing.