I’m probably right to assume that a good chunk of the people who read my posts are artists, yeah? I think that’s a fair assumption of things.
I hope so, anyway, because I’m addressing you right now. I’m talking to the painters, the writers, the poets, the singers, the animators, and everyone else who makes things for the sake of aesthetics.
Give me your attention for a second. Continue reading
If you’re tired of reading about the virus, then don’t read this article. I won’t be offended. Trust me, I’m absolutely fucking sick of hearing about it, too, and really don’t want to contribute to an air of panic. Continue reading
Look, I like being able to just chill, too, but, trust me when I tell you this, and it may go against a lot of the thinking people seem to have: but being busy, having a lot to do…is a good thing.
I recently, like within the last week or two, tried to double my projects; I drastically increased the number of items on my daily checklist, and, against all the usual “logic” on the matter, want to know what happened? Continue reading
In the task of cooking, I’ve found my savior, my Hail Mary, the cheapest way to make a lot of food: the slow cooker.
On the day I’m writing this, I used two at the same time—and literally had to borrow containers to hold all the spoils. Continue reading
If it seems unsolvable,
You could always just bang,
Your head,
Against the problem, Continue reading
A long time ago,
In a moment that changed my life for the better,
I heard a song.
A common song—popular, yes, Continue reading
At time not “correct,”
By metrics unknown,
Old world relics,
I’ve barely liked as I’ve grown, Continue reading
I tend to not get too political here on my blog, but, after a random trip to the grocery store, I came upon something a little shocking, and I wanted to get a rant in on it.
Mashed potatoes are too cheap.
I was looking at shelves of little, pre-made things of mashed potatoes, of flavored varieties, and then I saw a box for $2.
It makes 36 servings.
36 fucking servings. Continue reading
The difference between listening to a video and listening to music is staggering. Perhaps not great for my health, but my media intake is pretty steady, and I do a lot of it while I am mid other tasks. It’s the only way I could keep up with all the media that I like and that I need to see as a professional critic (among many other internet jobs I have) but, recently, I have been getting into some intensely mentally active activities. Continue reading
It’s not that I am not productive and active and such in my life. Not as though I fail to have meaningful contributions. I’d like to think I lead an existence that’s not particularly slothful—but my own ability to do as much as I would want in any given day bugs me to no end.
For instance, sure, you know of the one book I’ve written—I’d hope—but I’ve actually written somewhere in the ballpark of 20-25 novels/novellas in just two years’ time. But my editing skills and my speed at it are so slow, and I can’t seem to get a good schedule going, that there’s only one book you know about right now. Continue reading
I still don’t drive. At my age, that’s a bit weird—but that’s not what I’m focusing on, partially because of my own self-consciousness. What I’m focusing on, is the workarounds. Because, of course, I have them. I must have them. It would be hard to manage. Continue reading
Over time, I’ve noticed that the universe seems to follow a few oddly consistent rules. Stuff that’s just ironic and weird and silly. Now, a lot of this is certainly just a coincidence, but it’s still something fun I wanted to explore. Ever notice how it never seems to rain on the day that you explicitly plan to have an umbrella on your person? Yeah, this is going to be one of those.
And today’s law of the universe is the “Law of Inconvenient Timing.” Continue reading
I don’t think I’m old enough to be giving this advice, but Tuesday, while getting some coffee for myself at a chain store I’m not going to specify, I randomly talked to a 16-year-old who was working there. He asked me a few questions, once he learned I recently moved out, and it was a really nice conversation—dude was super respectful—and I ended up giving him some life advice.
Which made me think, hey, may as well share a longer version of what I told him. Continue reading
As expected, my routines took a hit. I used to lift weights; I used to have a pretty standard set of actions. But adult life makes it harder, made it harder, continues to make it difficult, the action of keeping a pattern. I’m not so much a creature of habit, and I’m certainly not one to keep to schedules, but I did have a routine to some degree. A pattern of timing that worked. And made me feel like I knew what my day might be like, or at least not feel a constant state of disrupted confusion. Continue reading
When I last checked in with everyone here, I was moving out and having my life upheaved. I’d like to say it’s not still in that state of general madness and chaos—but that would be a dirty, dirty lie. Continue reading
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