Like, in what is possibly the pettiest manifestation of this, three times in the past 24 hours I have been out on the street and some random person I’ve never seen before performed a literal drive-by shit-talking of me, twice from cars with me on a bike, once from a bike with me standing on the sidewalk, with the speed as such that I don’t think they could even have been been responding to any particular thing about me, they just either made an instantaneous decision to or just had it waiting in reserve for the first person they came across.

In Portland. Like, not even the methy part.

The other night I saw a light moving in a straight line in the sky that was no color I’ve ever seen up there - not starlight, not white or red/green plane lights, but the yellowish red of natural fire. It disappeared behind a tree and when I walked around to get a clear line of sight it wasn’t there anymore.

I hear Burning Man was practically rained out… holy shit, do you think they fucked up the wicker man sacrifice and failed to propitiate the gods?