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i haven't been speaking up much. not here, or in my few usual spots. either the thoughts i have aren't worth externalizing, or what i want to talk about feels too...unwieldy to put in words. it's like trying to strain gravel through a sieve. i simply don't have the language.

i'm bitter, i'm tired, and i'm waiting.

but...maybe i should speak up a little more often. shake the sieve. see what slides through.

bear with me.

where am i? 

here i am.

celebrating the 20th (+ or -) anniversary of The Postal Service's "Give Up," one of exactly three good things that happened to me in 2003. this is, most likely, unless...holograms?...the last chance i'll ever get to see Postal Service (yes, and Death Cab) live. and that's fine. i guess. i'm not fond of finality, but the world keeps reminding me that finality doesn't need to be liked. it just shows up. and you must deal.

i hate how old i'm feeling. and the chance of a transformative event in my life transpiring to make me feel young again sounds both unlikely, and if it did happen, intensely painful to weather.

i think i could make it work if i could somehow derive sustenance from music. some albums are banquets, some are a pilfered donut in the break room after everyone else has gone home, others are that meal you have after a funeral and nobody knows what to say. "Give Up" has been, for me, a movable feast that never fails to sate and then make me yearn for more as soon as it all goes quiet again.

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well fuck.

telegram decided to sneak in a nazi symbol in their announcement of NFT usernames today, so i guess this is the thing that makes me switch to Signal. (1488 in the subscriber count, and i have been informed that 4/20 is Hitler's birthday, so y'know, not a coincidence)

edit: wolfie@queer.party pointed out another thing, they're highlighting Tucker Carlson in the blog post

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It's #AlienDay. Here are my photos of the bar that H R Giger designed. It jars enormously with its location - a little, picturesque Swiss village.

2000 mg of painkillers, iced coffee and the "Clockwork Orange" soundtrack.

[sigh] let's FUCKING go.

i am still here, just not checking Masto as often as i used to. i will swing back eventually.

you are all still doing very well. don't stop.

how am i? well i'm currently in my "reading 'Valis' for the fourth time" phase in my mental health journey. so...yeah.

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the evil fucked up scientist: ooOOOooOoOo i came up with an EVIL DASTARDLY DISASTROUS TRANSFORMATION LASER THAT MAKES U change into ANYTHING!

me: *finishes burning the door with my thermite charges. it falls down* where is it motherfucker

the evil fucked up scientist: yOu wiLl bE aBle tO bE aNybOdy bUt yOur prEviOus fOrm!!

me: *pulls out a pistol and points at him* where is the lazer

the scientist: bUt u WiLL LoSe yOur hUmaNitY! you don't-

me: *slaps him with the gun* DID I FUCKING STUTTER

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literally every piece of media about transhumanism is like "OOO YOU WILL LOSE YOUR HUMANITY" mf ur talking to silly fwuffy squeak squeak fox puppy boi :3 I REJECTED MY MORTAL FLESH YEARS AGO

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i say that as somebody who gets military fetishism to an extent. guns and armor and planes and tanks are cool. i like GI Joe and Metal Gear as much as the next dumbass Gen-Xer. but i dont want to go to someplace and see the same people who are currently shooting poor people in the face in impoverished countries walking around thinking they look badass. you don't. the difference between you and a guy dressed like Michael Myers is that the people you are emulating have a real body count.

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if i ran a fan convention where people dressed up as various characters, my number one rule would be for anyone who wants to cosplay as a soldier in BDU's for a modern military outfit or an "operator" (read: corporate mercenary); their con ticket will cost seventeen swift kicks to the crotch with steel-toed boots. and then $50.

fuck that shit. dress like Sailor Moon or something. i don't care how much you like Cawla Doody. keep your warboner out of my festivities.

one more before bed, ran into a couple of Minnesota cousins at the family reunion. the purple one wouldn't shut up about Richard Baseheart, and the other two just wouldn't shut up.

lots of amazing costumes. SO many Velmas. a surprising number of Hazbin-ites, which i guess is the new Homestuck??? anybody????

oh, and i got to play a couple of my own personal arcade white whales.

among today's prize gets are: my original SW Kenner "Emperor Palpatine" (encased in lucite) signed by Ian McDiarmid, an autographed Simon Bisley print, and a Pac-Man eatin' noodles.

more tomorrow.

most of the guys here appear to be cosplaying as the Cinema Snob (said the shaved-headed white guy with stubble and glasses)

in line at KC Comicon, have seen one Thomas Bangalter costume (R. A. M. era) and one Guy-Man costume. envious? yes.

i want to get off mr. bones' wild ride.

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