Here’s some stuff I refrained from posting on the internet until now!
whole lotta ‘wants to read’ on goodreads but not much ‘made progress on’ eh?
i like in hockey when a guy sits on another guy and then everyone holds still bc they think it’s going to get whistled but then it doesn’t so the puck starts moving again but then the guy just keeps sitting on the other guy while everyone else goes back to playing hockey, that’s good shit lil human sofa time
bitch i do not have TIME for an ad about beet juice!!!!!!
my life is p well spread over five electronic devices (phone, ipad, macbook, imac, work desktop) and stimes i just look at the shit that’s scattered on them, screencaps and saved images, and it’s just like… who was i at this moment what was i doing who was i trying to become what project was i brewing there
my biggest humblebrag on the internet is that my wife can afford weekly therapy
no matter when it happens, every time my stapler is empty when i press it, i sigh exasperatedly and am like, “REALLY?! FUCKING NOW?!” as though i am not always needing the stapler when i am using the stapler and there is some different, better time to learn that the stapler is empty
borzois are the most upsetting of all dogs
it is ONE thing to coexist with spiders and be kind or whatever but if it’s close enough that i have to see their DERANGED little legs holding their meatball body off of a surface near me well KINDNESS IS DEAD
if i was hot i would not have a SINGLE FUCKING THOUGHT in my head, i would just be dumb as hell and down to fuck, and i would not bother with ANYTHING ELSE
uh oh SOMEbody got the wrong kind of stimuli today
I do still use Twitter in the year of our lord 2020, @ashrocketship, so you know… Don’t miss out on those either. Because I’m a real gift to the world and you should be getting as much of me as humanly possible.
In March, even before isolation started, I changed the configuration of how I use Spotify on my desktop computer at work and home so that I could see the little Friend Activity tab while I was doing other things and started sort of paying attention to what people were listening to, partly because I’m p voyeuristic by nature, partly because I thought it might be funny (I feel about 97% confident that I know a complete stranger’s sex playlist now!) and I ended up getting super into it and playing Spotify Chase while dicking around on the internet and half-assing something I’m supposed to be doing.
ANYWAY, I have discovered a lot of jams this way! 
My last album for the month — because I truly didn’t manage to do… anything in all of April except listen to music and write 50k words that will never actually go anywhere — was not served to me by either the Algorithm or Spotify Chase, but instead is an old fave’s new one I was greatly anticipating. Pokey LaFarge’s Rock Bottom Rhapsody is so, so, so good and satisfying. It feels almost like a movie score except it also feels like it’s telling a story. we were supposed to be seeing Pokey in June in Minneapolis, but it’s been rescheduled for 2021 already, which seems so far away as to be impossible, while also seeming so soon as to be hopelessly optimistic about the state of things. Life and art in quarantine, eh?
