it's a convoluted mess
Everything I’ve tried to write here recently has been nothing but bitch, bitch, whine, bitch, whine, bitch, whine. I’m kind of sick of myself to be honest. Ech. Anyway. Bob sent me this on Discord. Then I turned my head to the left to see smiling snoot. He also sent me this without context. Because why does a frog riding a goose need any context? Today after he wrapped up work he was futzing around… Keep reading…Closer still…
In today’s mail: New music by Semisonic. Yes. It’s their first full length album since All About Chemistry back in 2001. (Little Bit of Sun by Semisonic) Little Bit of Sun Semisonic
Don’t betray them by becoming familiar… Previously on Ye Olde Blog… Joel the Obstinate and Cursed Jetta (TM) was retired and Sara had an emotional breakdown over it. Then wrote a wall of text about it. Here’s another one… We’ve been having serious conversations about replacing my car for a few years. We’ve forked out thousands of dollars in repairs on the damn thing over the years and we figured when it started costing more… Keep reading…Fascinating new thing…
A baker’s dozen. I send him Dinosaur and Foxes in Love comics over Discord. He drops inside jokes to his FFXIV raid group that they don’t get to make me laugh. We are bad at adult responsibilities and good at shameless inanity. He is the calm center of my hurricane mind. I still marvel at how it is possible to love one human being SO. FUCKING. MUCH. — Did…did he just…quote song lyrics at me?… Keep reading…Thirteen…
O.A.R. dropped a new album with little more than 48 hours notice. I had no idea how much I needed that this week until they delivered. I love this band so goddamn much. That is all. Carry on. — You Don’t Have to Say Goodbye O.A.R.
I currently have twenty-six posts sitting in drafts. There are a few that are mostly finished, but I have no intention of posting. Things I’ve written that I thought I wanted to dump into the ether, but once it was on the page I no longer felt compelled to press publish. I keep them because it felt better getting it out of my head. It’s the closest thing I have to a private journal these… Keep reading…Standing right here…