My ex-wife would shoot you back so hard that you think fingering is interesting porn.

Oddly, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve ceased enjoying internet porn. Maybe it’s shooting it myself years ago, but, like: Why would you want random people you’ll never meet? I don’t get the industry as a whole … like, yeah, people liked my wife, but where does that get you?

How fucking delightful.

Hell, I have no way of getting data off a 3.5" floppy!

I doubt it was the microwave situation. One does that once. In college. On the floor kitchen because even though you have your own, this experiment is worth doing in public.

That’s what I asked it to parody! (clap-clap-clap-clap)

I mean, I’ve been published several hundred times. Just not a full book yet.

Kleenex and Band-Aid are still going strong …

I worked at the Skagit Valley Herald. People live in very stupid places in Mt. Vernon.

Thank you, sir!

Life is sometimes stranger than fiction.

Quick folo: A friend brought by another battery that seems to charge just fine, but I can’t speak to more than a day of that, given that I did not wake up in my van today. It is very strange to be surrounded by nostalgia while my ex-wife finishes her shift.

Does that fucking matter in any meaningful way at this point?

I take the specific view that inadvertent phrasing of three words or less has repeatedly changed my life. Three is actually really excessive. One usually does the job; I only had to go to three once.

But then again, I’m a writer. Oh, I sure as shit wasn’t the first time, but this is where serendipity cones into play. You know what you have to say without even thinking about it.

Oh, it always gets worse with these surveillance companies. Also good to bear in mind this is the tip of the iceberg.

What matters the most is not the words within an utterance, but the discourse conveyed by that utterance. [Translation: how you say it matters less than what you say.]

Under certain circumstances. How you say things in work and personal settings such as dating can absolutely affect outcomes.

The surf and turf after getting stoned likely takes the edge off the guilt.

I still can’t imagine for the life of me why we’re not using waste heat from datacenters to power … well, anything.

Sounds like a better holiday meal than I’ll be having!