So getting a motorcycle has improved my quality of life better than anything since 2005. All my excuses to not drive somewhere have been supplanted by excuses to drive somewhere. And pleasure drives! I do that now. Up into the hills I see amazing architecture that I wouldn’t even attempt in Dwarf Fortress. Like today I came across a house which starts at the curb with a six story elevator connected to a skybridge.

Today I was just fucking around and came across a house with a six story freestanding shaft and a skybridge, holy fucking shit holy fucking shit.

And all the hillside houses are like this, they’re not only the apex of WASP design as I met it in 1991 but it’s that crossed with the apex of avant-garde architecture as I met it in 1991.

So apparently the reward for selling out is owning a house which is the house you always dreamed of owning when you were 12 to 14, plus an unlimited supply of 23 year old girls bubbly on bubbly and coked on coke, plus recognition and free play within a scope limited only by how much you can pump into it.

So contrary and yet in consonance with what I was saying about the Submarines yesterday, selling out kinda rules?