• Apparently the only way I'm going to read books is if the book contains a lot of short stories.
• Tomorrow I make the dreaded weekly drive into Winston. I have been torturing myself for days over the question: should I go to lunch with all those work people or do my own thing as usual.
• It's hard to sleep when you have four cats.
• The electric car sounds weird going by.
• I can hear trains and traffic and the wind is whipping.
• Somebody's mowing their lawn.
• I hope Halloween is extra ghoulish this year.

survival situations

I am not in a survival situation. But I have an imagination. There are people right here in the same county with me who ARE in a survival situation. On a budget, I could compile a collection of items for a survival situation on a per user basis. A care package type of thing to give to these guys I see camped out behind walmart or wherever

a long history

I've been involved in some lefty groups, my name is out there associated with them too. Swing Left, Indivisible...my name is probably searchable in Action Network data. I'm not a serious activist. I'm a once in a good while weekend warrior. But still I am thinking some thoughts over here lately. These nazi fucks. Are they going to go after peaceful lefty groups? Code Pink? Democrats at large?

• "Follow the creek to the river, and the river to civilization"
• I've been watching expat videos from Americans in Panama
• i'll probably get out there and do some doors next election
• the things going on in the streets are terrifying
• universal edability test: google that shi
• runningto Sheetz now

If you hit sublingual nitroglycerin tablets with a hammer: 1. No Explosion ...and that's really all I needed to know, thank you very much, ChatGPT.

• Depression is contagious when you're sifting through certain data.
• The portal is open.
• so many logins
• each ache has a special meaning now
• Star Wars and Star Peace

• If I fall off my skateboard with nitro in my pocket, will that shit explode?
• These gummies lately: Are these things fda approvedor whatever?
• Could a car or a dump truck come tumbling down the hill out back and smash through the house?
• I still have a blockage in my heart, but it ain't primetime. 70%
• Fitness center, not gym, not meat market 'health club'

Notes

• Punt a ball straight up and watch everyone look up and look around and wonder where it will land and wonder why I kicked it up there and who the hell i am and why I'm at their wedding and so on...
• They make us come into the office one day per week. Today is that day.
• I should pay that durn lottery mister jingles.
• Somehow the Jim Beam enhanced the solitary soccer kickings out back. And song.
• I carry nitro.
• They would LOVE to see me fall off my skateboard.
• I carry nitro.

List 08232025

• The work social event solituded my solidify.
• The good news is I understand the tech.
• I understand the data so far, but query query query.
• My immediate team is perfect for me but beyond that it gets aloofy quick.
• Game night tonight. Cooking all afternoon.
• Have a great weekend!

List 08202025

• self-discipline and a cooperative spirit
• check with the team
• ask random strangers
• they throw rocks at you
• low grade content lately
• snatchy off streety
• I would like to swim in the ocean but it's a three hour drive
• these gummies is mad mad whirl
• lefty turnout, even in these parts
• aggressive go kart douche
• hot out
• seeking alternate proteins, desperate like a susan
• the last batch o cherries were blzzzand
• eat your drugs dumdum
• Cherries

hello

The writing habit persists. I usually scribble sweet stupids on scrap paper or cardboard. I'm tired of TV and I need to output instead of intake. Work-from-home kills social skills but the words and thoughts still fizz outta the soda can Anne. If I told you how old I am you'd be shocked. It take a senior citizen longer to grip the tech, but the data is still the data. I'm still halfway between the people who care and those who truncate and insert in an indifferent manner. I wish more hellos 👋

Check-in 06/22/2025

Lake Marion Boat Ramp Florida

The humans continue to confuse me.

I made it I guess.

...all those times when I wished I could just get through ______ blah blah...(whatever it was). I remember having that thought so often, "If I can just get through this next...few days...few weeks...months. Whatever the particular stressful time span or stressful thing was: the obstacle, the trouble, the deadline, the upcoming scary event, the whatever.

I guess I got through. I'm sitting here typing about it. I'm not dead or dying. I'm not jobless or homeless. I guess I'm okay.

I don't even remember very well what any of those things were that I hoped I would get through. They are sooooo past.

Maybe I didn't get through. Maybe the damage was done. Maybe if I had gotten through whatever it was with a little more success, I'd have a 'better existence' right now. Who knows?

Proof that I'm Not Crazy (almost)

I used to hear bagpipe music at lunch time somewhere in the neighborhood around work. This is the kind of thing that could make somebody wonder whether they're going crazy. I don't really care whether I'm crazy or not. But, when I finally actually saw this person playing bagpipes, it kind of solidified my sense of reality. And it's pretty cool other than that too. Too bad I didn't get a closer shot. She really is there, playing the bagpipe, I swear!