Had the coffee before the creatine today, to see what it’s like, and: surprisingly functional! The caffeine is apparently a real component of my daily energy stack (the biggest draw seems to be that absent the creatine, my back doesn’t have spare energy to compensate for all the petty strains I developed yesterday)
Hm, I should at least listen to the Butch Vig Sonic Youth albums
This thought courtesy of listening to Siamese Dream and going “holy shit, this is thirty years old”
Butch Vig was likely the one thinking to cover Big Star in the first place. Vic Chesnutt too, maybe The Jam, though I could see that being Steve or Shirley.
you know, aging is a universal experience but I can’t imagine that my ancestors ever experienced this specific kind of sign that times arrow flies forever forward
Big Star made a big impression as a 70s band – that was where Alex Chilton was from! – and a lot of people have covered them, I actually first got into the song from the 1998 Garbage b-side cover.
Okay, finished building the bonfire, cleaned up the remaining wood in the side yard, put all the smashed-up stuff in the Blueberry Hill “dugout” shell, started weeding the top backyard and didn’t even finish – there’s an area where bunchgrasses took over where I cleared out moss years ago, and it’s tall enough to distinguish now so I took a ton of those out.
Next step is shoring up the Blueberry Hill retaining wall, for that and some other stuff might have to get a bedload of soil from the landscaping yard. Then the outside’s done for a while and I can return to the inside.
Feeling dry, dunno if it’s the dry season yet or just teasing its imminent arrival.
ngl I kind of envy political grifters. these guys make a whole living just posting nonsense all day for insane logged on people. I post nonsense all day for insane logged on people and get nothing for it. besides love and admiration of course
Some people name their child after themselves, and some people say they think of their pets as their children, but rarely do you see a pet owner name their pet after themself. “Hi, I’m Dave, and this is my dog, Dave” – you just don’t see that a lot.
Oh? Do I sit on the THRONE OF CHAOS? Are you my subject?
Yes, I am your loyal and loving subject.
okay my ruling as the LORD OF CHAOS is as follows:
post something silly
Does this mean I get to rule for now?
no but this is a silly post so you do get one commendation
Awesome. Can I keep the throne, or do you need to sit on it again?
I know I’ve got a lot of work to do before I’m worthy of sitting on the throne of the lord of chaos
the throne doesn’t dictate who is in charge and seeing as we’re chaotic, who fucking cares who sits on the throne? Take it.
:D
Okay, since I’m the ruler of the kalld of stcine, I need to address you, my loyal citizens!
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It is with an eternal sense of gratitude and honor that I accept you as my loyal subjects, and this post was dictated by the wisdom of your ruler, the LORD OF CHAOS so here is my decree:
Citizens, the chaotic throne has decreed you shall receive THREE DAYS PAID LEAVE from the labyrinth. Enjoy your time, and please be safe.
Playing pinball for the first time in a while, adopting the same familiar stance as always, suddenly realizing my center of gravity and sensory experience are completely different than they’ve been since I started playing pinball
Like, trying to muscle the table around, our relative masses had changed by enough it mattered.
Between the iron, the creatine, and coffee, there are three different things I take each day that get my stalled bowels moving enough to loose a fart that’s been building up stench in there for a while
the Elvira’s House of Horrors pinball machine features Teenagers From Outer Space, The Brain That Wouldn’t Die, Santa Claus Conquers The Martians, and MANOS: THE HANDS OF FATE
meaning that it doubles as the mst3k pinball machine
the premise is Elvira’s trying to sell her house so you gotta kick all the b-movie monsters out
this is actually the third Elvira-themed pinball machine (1, 2)
The second one, Scared Stiff, is a 1996 DMD (“Dot Matrix Display”) horror-double-entendre classic, the first one, Elvira and the Party Monsters, is a 1989 I-bet-you-didn’t-even-know-pinball-design-had-a-cocaine-era
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