i have a real nice water tumbler, it’s black, stainless steel or something, my wife got it for me. water tastes good in that tumbler, and the same water tastes different in a different tumbler, so my tumbler has this special quality, in my mind. i’ve notcied that some people aren’t happy with their tumblers; they want all sorts of stuff, like the next best tumbler, or the next best car, or a bigger house, and a pool in the backyard. why does it seem like some people can only enjoy stuff they haven’t got? why can’t people just enjoy the tumblers they have now?
my favorite pokemon is Togepi on account of all the potential—and the nice triangles
It’s almost like, if you love something, you should leave it alone, set it free.
some bloggers literally be like: “computer, write me the most overwrought fucking bullshit you can think of about my dead grandma. thanks.”
“all morons hate it when you call them a moron.” —Holden Caulfield
when I was young, i felt like everyone was looking at me. now, I feel like no one looks at me ever. I don't know which is worse.
every medical drama when something uplifting happens: analytic piano melody
if you read this heinously long list of errata and come out with only one piece of meaningful insight, make it this: creating always feels better than consuming.
the average person takes about 638 million breaths a lifetime
It's a shame that the movie adaptations of novels are always the top search results when searching for just the name of the novel—another symptom of our society's gradual debasing of the written word; we are reading less and less and writing even less than that.
“The impatience you feel is your first slave to behead.” —Mythic Dawn Commentaries
if for whatever reason you feel discouraged just remember that Liam Gallagher exists and is taken seriously by billions of people; meaning: if he can become an international superstar, then you can do anything you put your mind to, because there's no possible way you're as stupid as Liam Fucking Gallagher.
*note: these notes are presented without proofreading or editing of any kind; many were taken with speech-to-text.
dress for success; die a mess
no one wants to do nothing, it just ends up that way
Google/apple have yet to solve for the whole connected-to-wifi-but-pulling-out-of-the-driveway problem, which seems like a simple thing to fix—but what do I know? (not much) also i could see someone saying something like “uh, you shouldn't be on your phone while pulling out of your driveway to begin with???”
“did mister shouty really be sausages”
when I think of “video games,” I think of the color green. it is interesting, the colors that pop into your head upon thinking of things.
with writing, I have a real fear of stagnation or “regression of skill,” which makes me afraid to stop writing for any prolonged period of time (even though sometimes I want to take a break) for fear of this kinda regression-stagnation stuff happening. idk if this is an irrational fear or not, as once I went a month or so without writing, and, afterwards, wrote some pretty OK stuff, almost as if the break “refreshed” me in some way, but idk if this example is the rule or the exception. there’s also this question of “who are you trying to impress anyway?” and the answer to that, I think, is myself—not you. but then that calls into question why i even post my writing for public consumption at all, and then my cool persona starts to fall apart now doesn’t it?
“i hear you telephone thing listening in” —Mark E. Smith
*note: these notes are presented without proofreading or editing of any kind, and many of these notes were taken with speech-to-text.
since moving to email-only communication, many have reached out to me, and the overall tone of these people has been very different from the general tone you get from people on social media (note that some of these people are indeed the same people from social media, but I’m not going to name names); they’re way more personal, understanding, and empathetic; as if, since they are no longer potentially being seen by others, they have shed some upper-crust layer of their persona thus revealing more of their true selves; they’re “more comfortable,” is the main takeaway (i guess).
why does an RSS reader need “enhanced AI features???”
Syd Barrett The Madcap Laughs; One of those albums that I pretended to like in high school but ended up really liking a whole lot in adulthood and now I can't tell if I just pretended so hard that I ended up liking it, like pretending myself into enjoyment? Dark Globe has to be incredible, though, I think.