On this, the last day of Pride Month, I find it marginally hypocritical for me to shout “Love Is Love!”, yet I won’t allow myself to have love of any kind. It’s like stealing a menu from a restaurant and then showing everyone the pictures, saying that all food is good food, while letting myself …
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Philately
Throughout his life, a man accumulates a large collection of hobbies. He consumes them, just as they consume him. He gains supreme expertise in every hobby, but never spends time enough on any of them to gain supreme mastery. He feels like a fraud, loses interest, and finds a new hobby. That next hobby will …
Scrape
I know no actual humans read this blog. You could say I write mostly for the robots. But since nobody’s reading, I have greater latitude to post whatever I want. Wouldn’t matter anyway.
Goaled Fish
My job is like standing on a skateboard and trying to clean a goldfish bowl while I’m holding it in my arms, with the fish still in it, without killing the fish. The task is so wobbly, messy, and difficult, I put the bowl down, sit on the skateboard, and scroll through the fish food …
Dry Noodles
Listening to sex podcasters talk about sex with sexy people who have lots of sex is interesting…but empty. It’s like reading food writers who write about Italian food with Italian chefs who make lots of Italian food for Italians. It’s just unsatisfying, like a picture of food in a menu. I mean, I guess I …