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Realized I can round this up to 100% by adding the third, much more difficult problem: Why, sound?

A literal clown shoes operation. Amazing. The White House continues to find new heights in self-satire.

I had to go look this up, and thank you. 😂

Honestly, they should just rename the genre “definitely not emo.”

Being a trans man with a receding hairline is beyond frustrating. The advice is always just “it’s fine, bro, grow a beard” 😭

🪦

Ok, I guess it's removing a bunch of commas AND pausing to actually make my argument. My first drafts get too excited about where they're going to get there at a reasonable pace.

Jokes on you, me, I'm putting more in.

"Editing" better known as "deleting a bunch of commas."

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It's late. You're awake. Want a spoken word piece about falling asleep? Maybe it'll help. If it doesn't, side B is all instrumental.

I don't remember when I discovered El's work, but I've been reading it for a decade plus and it's been both consciously and unconsciously a huge influence on my political development, my aesthetic tastes, and my writing style.

anyway you'll never read anything better on this on Neil Gaiman.

Gosh, "uncle" and all of it's other gender and family structure variants is such a nice thing to be.

“Putchfork” 🤦‍♂️

It may not even be a general trend. I’ve done no study, as it were, but it’s still funny every time.

Pitchfork recently added the ability for members to put scores on their reviews. The ad for this feature has the crowd giving a 10 to their 9.something.

Every single time I’ve found one so far it’s been the crowd telling Putchfork to rein it in with a lower score.

This is hilarious to me.

TIL you can’t really put reverb on the field recorded xylophone you played with your fingernails on the way out of your mother-in-law’s house.

errors that mean you have to wait through a slow progress bar for a thing you didn't want, and now have to restart immediately are the worst, and I'm repeatedly a single checkbox that keeps resetting itself away from one tonight.

RIP

Living the "Me Sowing/Me Reaping" meme with garage band file management right now. Anyway, something cool is coming!

pulling up an old essay that's been in time out for--god, a year or so? and I'm amused and a little shocked that it was over 3,000 words long when I shelved it. I was expecting about half that.

I wonder how many of 'em I'll keep.

It's fine, we'll know it when we get there.

Descartes, being extremely relatable again, at roughly the midpoint of an essay: The longer and more carefully I examine all these points, the more clearly and distinctly I recognize their truth. But what is my conclusion to be?

Legitimately one of my most commonly visited low consequence regrets in life.

When will I learn that the broken toy piano isn’t about need, it’s about love. Of funky tones.

Every now and then I think about this mostly functional toy piano. It was shaped like a wee grand piano the size of a grocery store birthday cake. It had the funkiest tone. I found it at a local thrift store for something like $25. I left it there.

I don’t need a toy piano, I said to myself.

😭

Teach a class when you get it down, would ya?

I think a rough 70% of making music with technology is solving the paired problems:
Why is there sound instead of not sound?
and Why is not sound?!

I mean, they may not be as sinister as ducks, but I don’t think ducks have a monopoly on malice.

Extremely reasonable!

Edvard Much’s painting Skrik (The Scream) depicting a melty man with no nose, hair, or eyelids making an open mouthed scream of presumed existential horror on a bridge during a lovely sunset.

El and I were both shocked by the other’s stance, but they’ve always creeped me the heck out. Idk, they’re a little Edvard Munch, you know?

The Grateful Dead bears stare into your soul with their beady black eyes as they march into oblivion.

So question. The Grateful Dead bears. Are they sinister, or cute?

a cowboy is riding a bull at a rodeo ALT: a cowboy is riding a bull at a rodeo

It’s fine, I got this.

Me, poleaxed by migraine: Oof. I’m going to let myself be disabled today.

My wife: So you’re gonna say you’ll take it easy and then spectacularly fail to do that?

Rumbled. 😖