One of the better aspects of #SXSW is that I preemptively take my ham radios out of my car. This allows me better peace of mind in that I can park it almost anywhere downtown during the festival and I don’t have to worry about other people taking my radios out for me.
Crunch Pockets
Remembering the time I went to Waffle House and ordered a waffle, and upon getting the waffle, sending it back because it was too soft and not crunchy enough, asking them to make another one. I said directly to the face of the waiter — who works at the place that fucking specializes in goddamn waffles — that their waffle wasn’t good enough. They made another one on their dime, and it was also softer than I was expecting. Why? Because I raised myself on goddamn toaster waffles.
WTF was wrong with me? My expectations.
Let this be a lesson to us all.
Hockey Stick
Me at 20: “If I don’t figure out what it means to be a man, I will die alone.”
Me at 30: “If I don’t figure out what it means to be a man, I will die alone.”
Me at 40: “If I don’t figure out what it means to be a man, I will die alone.”
Me at 50: “If I don’t figure out what it means to be a man, I will die alone.”
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Crater
Chest is caving in. No matter how I read the news, it’s the same result: loss of breath. Hoping there are adults in the room to swat down the bastards, but the adults are the bastards.
It’s a bad scene.
Spiel Zwei! Krieg!
Like ein Dumkopf I signed up for Deutsch II at the last minute. First class was last week. I don’t know why I’m doing this. The game of it, maybe? Self abuse? Some stupid dream of traveling to Deutschophone countries and sweet-talking everyone I meet? I don’t get it.
I took the first course last semester and got a B. Now I’m taking the second course, though I said to myself over xmas break that I’d pass on it. I guess I’m more of a completist than I thought? Sunk cost fallacy? Keep going or I’ll lose it?
Ich kenne nicht.