--THE GUN-WANTERS HAVE THE RIGHT TO CHOOSE, WOMEN DO NOT—
June 24, 2022
Coffee Time: 2:22 pm
The Special AKA, IN THE STUDIO
Sonic Youth, DIRTY
Black Sabbath, BLACK SABBATH
David Bowie, SPACE ODDITY
Various Artists, LEFT OF THE DIAL, DISPATCHES FROM THE 80’S UNDERGROUND (disc 4)
The United States Supreme Court handed down a decision today, invalidating a woman’s right to choose to abort a pregnancy. The country is numb. I am numb.
People are all over the place with this. Mostly people are angry at the Supreme Court. I would agree, in a sense, this is possibly the most self-destructive action taken by the Robert’s Court. They’ve just delegitimized themselves. I no longer respect them, and I believe that’s true for most who used to. I don’t know how they can win back respect. They all need to be removed somehow.
I despise fundamentalism of every kind, and Christian fundamentalism is profoundly disgusting and hypocritical. There are protests happening downtown. I have to wonder what kind of night I’m going to have? I can’t fathom what kind of people can truly fathom going out and entertaining themselves
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--Your Nuts are Hanging Out the Window--
December 10, 2023
Coffee Time: 8:04 p.m.
Hank WIlliams, HIS 20 GREATEST HITS
The Rolling Stones, OUT OF OUR HEADS
There are days that you dread your whole life and there are events that you hope will never come, even though you know they must. The death of Charles G. Darmstadt was one of those events. Charles was the father to my best friend, Chip. He was slightly older than my own father, but energetic, and funny as hell; his seriousness was there but, undetectable in a flurry of antic, humorous gestures, and sayings: you might have thought he wasn’t serious at all, but in all the clowning around, inappropriate jokes and goofing off, somehow the lawn wound up getting mowed. He was fun to be around. I could do yard work at his house for 4 hours and barely stand doing any chores at home.
On long car trips from Long Island to Vermont, we would ride for about 8 hours, listening to Hank Williams Greatest Hits, on an 8-track tape over and over again. The fact that it wore us out was a source of great humor to him. He found the humor in anything, and you learned to find it too. He was so many things my own father wasn’t. I loved my own father but most of my time spent around my father involved walking on egg-shells. No one walked on eggshells around Mr. Darmstadt. I don’t think I ever saw him angry. He knew how to take care of himself. When I visited, he would sit in the kitchen, next to the telephone and let it ring. He had no intention of answering it, and if the ringing was bothering him, it never showed on his face. His wife or his son would have to come from another room to answer the phone. Strangely, he often answered the phone when I called.
He had this invincible ability to say anything he felt like, often to someone’s face, no matter how inappropriate. You wouldn’t dare repeat them: you weren’t him and you would pay full price for the offense. He took us bass fishing in Vermont, where I learned to fish with lures.
I’m still trying to sort out how I feel about his passing. When I saw that Chip had posted on facebook that he had died, I immediately went out to the record store and bought a Hank Williams album. I had to. The other day as I was coming back from the store, one of his sayings popped into my head for some reason: “Your nuts are hanging out the window.” I thought about it for awhile, pondering if it meant anything other than “you’re crazy.” I heard it so much, I’ve always wanted to say it to people who never heard it before, but they would never understand. I might have even tried to in college.
I last saw him some time in the mid-80’s. I regret that i had never seen him since. The truth is that I had always wished he had been my father. Something I knew inside but felt terribly ashamed of.
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–JOURNEY TO THE HEART OF IT ALL—
Coffee Time: 8:53 p.m. Bob Dylan, BLOOD ON THE TRACKS. Depeche Mode, A BROKEN FRAME Worked an impossibly slow night last night, but it ended with a minor cabbie miracle. I was dispatched to drive a woman all the way to Chehalis, Washington. 88 miles, it turned a $40 night into a $300 night. Of course, the woman didn’t have all of it, so she had her son phone in a credit card payment to dispatch. I set it up with dispatch, which unnerved me a little bit, because I didn’t know the dispatcher that I was dealing with. It makes a huge difference. As of right now, that payment still hasn’t been applied to my account, although I was called and told that it had gone through. On my way back from Chehalis, I bought a “premium mocha” at a bikini barista joint. It was the first open coffee shop that I saw. It’s weird buying a coffee drink from a girl wearing a bikini in a darkened parking lot, before dawn as we head into fall. There were no other customers or anyone around, and she sat inside on a folding chair, reading the newspaper. Just a woman in a bare room, wearing an animal print bikini, sitting in a folding chair, and waiting. I shouldn’t have gotten a premium mocha. It didn’t feel right after I got home. Not a diabetic friendly choice.
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PEETA'S SKETCHBOOK, 1/? // part 2
— after being discharged from therapy in the capitol, peeta was advised to keep a journal or sketchbook of sorts to write his thoughts and experiences down.
not really knowing what to do at first, he decides to draw people and things that he sees outside his home in the victor's village; his mentor, haymitch, and his... friend, katniss, who are his neighbours.
if only being there still wasn't so triggering.
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A little pixel game in Malleus' POV so the status screen looks something like
Malleus
Me
HP: 999
And you're there too so your status shows up like
(Your Name)
Husband / Wife
HP: 5
You primarily play as him but you're also asked to create a custom character at the beginning, so your cute little sprite follows him around the map. Sometimes there are obstacles that you can't clear as him. For example there are technological objects that you have to interact with as your character, and when you do so a tiny smiley pops up above his head. Solving things as you gives him inspiration points that improves the chances of him solving events only accessible to himself.
(I'm totally not cooking up an ambitious mini game)
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I decided to teach myself embroidery in the most convoluted way possible—by making a fantasy 2d fake moss terrarium for my dear friend @lupinuslepidus ! Embroidery floss and metallic thread on thrifted cotton canvas, approx 5x7.
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My Mighty Nein character designs are finally finished! These were a ton of fun to work on, and I’m really pleased with where my style ended up.
Check out all their lineart outfit alts under the cut! (pls I worked so hard on them)
Beauregard
Yasha
Lucien-Molly-Kingsley
Nott-Veth
Essek
Caleb
Jester
Caduceus
Fjord
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—The Monthly Come From-Behind Race to Make Rent without getting a Pawn Shop Loan—
March 3, 2024
Coffee Time: 7:00 pm
The Who—THE WHO SELL OUT
U2—BOY
Nirvana—IN UTERO
It’s here. The day when I wake up well rested, with the time to spare to get to work reasonably early. Who knows if that will happen. I’m open to every distraction possible. It’s time to wonder if I haven’t always suffered from some kind of attention deficit disorder. I started to read the article in the times about how the Supreme Court seems poised to rule on Trump’s eligibility to remain on the ballot in Colorado. I couldn’t get past the first paragraph before my emotions surged and made me leap up from my chair and flee the computer. I still haven’t gotten back to the article.
I started writing a new long poem yesterday, but I can’t find it on my One Note app, at least I can’t find it on this computer. I still have to work on revising the first one. I changed the title of the first one from “Nightshifters Epic” to “Lives lived in the Dark.” I doubt I’ll keep that title. The first poem needs some heavy revising, and I’m not so sure it doesn’t need more sections. The goal is not to abandon it.
I’m ending this here because my head is mostly empty and I really mean to get out in the cab and get working.
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Goodbye Krakoa. Stay dead bitch. No more mutant islands.
Can we stop making ethnostates now like can we stop doing that in comics. Can we not keep saying "minorities are safe nowhere but in their own country that doesn't let certain people and also they might not even be safe because Evil People might get jealous and kill them". Ultimately this era has done nothing to explore why ethnostates are bad in any real way. It has done nothing to actually explore how being complicit in the creation of an ethnostate is a Bad Thing. We had some events but we didn't explore anything because we were too scared of making some of our faves look bad. I just actually hate the statements this era has ended up saying and I hate the fact that heroic characters are mourning over the loss of an ethnostate founded by eugenicists. These politics are ugly. And worse yet I see people mourning the loss of the fictional ethnostate like have we all lost our minds.
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