zx3 @zx3@driveinsaturday.org

the great thing about going to small live music venues is getting to know and recognize your city's wandering eccentrics. like you go to a little club you've never been to before, but check it out, Bathrobe Jesus and the Goodwill Cosmonaut are here, okay this is gonna be a fun show

i don't know to what extent having recieved a couple of encouraging nibbles from possible jobs helped improve my functionality today, but i can honestly say that it certainly didn't *hurt.*

this week i have experienced all points on the full spectrum of functionality, from "fucking barely" all the way to "can dress self and answer questions" and veering wildly back to "segfault, lose equilibrium, release Magic Smoke."

sometimes you need a little inspiration to get out of bed.

https://youtu.be/q0NV_0aLmiA

attention: the remainder of today has been [[[CANCELLED]]] by the Secret Robot Council

the Secret Robot Council states that all automata; cyborgs and virtualati have been cleared to take the rest of today to take their brain medication, have a little lie down, listen to Tangerine Dream or Vangelis or whatever, and Not Think for however long they need to.

everyone else is on their own recognizance.

the Secret Robot Council is done talking now. Remember, Fix Your Hearts Or Die.

(a note for online etymology sticklers--triple brackets "[[[ ]]]" in this context indicates DJ horns)

decided to skip a phase in the new computer desk saga. rather than put the new build on the old desk for a while, decided to hold off on using the new build until the new desk is in place, and moved forward with dismantling the old desk (my parents' old kitchen table) that has been in that same spot for 20 years. time to rip off the bandaid.

this will mean running DiS on my laptop, but with the secondary monitor on my work desk, it's certainly doable.

with the desk out, once the area is properly cleaned and i figure out how to get my filing cabinets moved and where they're going to go, time to spackle some holes and make some painting plans. turns out you can get half-gallons of blacklite-reactive paint for $60. guess who has two clacking shiny titanium servo-talons and is going to have a computer desk located in the fucking Grid? [vrrt-KLIK] THIS bot.

i hate the stress of working

i hate the stress of *not* working

what the fuck

RIP Beatle Bob. #stl

i want a lot of things.

tonight, what i want most is to allow myself hope when i hear or think of this song.

https://youtu.be/IsgCvknW6ds

"no matter what we've been, we are the upshot now"

all is madness and the world is screaming. the air is the temperature of blood.

the cicadas are screaming like they know what's coming.