zx3 @zx3@driveinsaturday.org

remember, if you listen to the "Tron Legacy" soundtrack while you do it, it's not illegal. it's important, brilliantly subversive work that you're doing to create a free system under the thumb of an oppressive megalomaniac.

it's finally raining after a week-long heatwave here in the Midwest. thunder has been booming for hours now. Pearl hated thunder and would need physical contact and reassurance through every storm. now, trying to enjoy the sound of rain on the roof and gentle rolls of thunder across the sky, getting conflicting feelings. i hope Pearl's ghost is not too bothered. i hope she understands i would still be holding her if i could.

i keep miscalculating how many dogs are in the house. "Rose is in the front room, Ray is right here, so where is--oh. dammit."

one of the shining stars at the center of my universe has blinked out. Goodbye Pearl, you will be with me forever.

thanks for your #movie recommendations, everybody. i decided on "Hotel Artemis" because my dear sister recommended it a while back and i trust her judgement. i hope you all have an incomprehensible friday night, as i am having.

i'm making steak curry and kind of drunk, listening to D&B at brain-damaging volume levels, as one does when one has a night away from one's partner. recommend me a #movie, internet. take your best shot.

happy "Elvis is Still Dead Day" to all those who celebrate it.

remember when Elvis sightings were a thing, and fat, weirdly-pompadoured, be-jumpsuited Elvis became sort of a shorthand talisman for the kind of uneasy but vaguely optimistic, post-hippie, pre-millennium/pre-internet fascination with fortean events, UFO's and the supernatural? adjacent from actual cult lore, only mildly overlapping with Fake Real Cults like the Subgenii, often appearing in pop culture imagery before fully metastatizing in its most well-known host, The X Files.

Rotund, Spangled, Perpetually-Young-and-frequently-abducted-by-aliens Elvis was a symbol unto itself that meant a lot of things, and people just stopped using it after the turn of the century. last time i heard anyone mention Elvis in this capacity was in the first "Men In Black" movie ("Elvis is *not* dead, he just went home"). the culture has moved on from this now quaint period of low weirdness that lasted from the mid-80's to the mid-to-late 90's.

if you ever want to read a book that perfectly encapsulates this time period, seek out the book "Buddy Holly is Alive And Well On Ganymede" by Bradley Denton; which was going to be made into a movie starring Jon Heder but never came together.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmQpZ7iYDo4

oh yeah, i have a masto instance, don't i.

hello. nothing is new. no job, no change, no forward motion.

watching the world right now is like watching a supercut of that one scene in 'Holy Grail' with Lancelot charging the castle and never quite getting there.

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.