I want to go outside and look for bugs but 1) it is not bug season and 2) there are spiders everywhere in my home for those with eyes to see.
Anyway, a few weeks ago while I was checking out at the grocery store, this old man complimented my baggu with an elephant pattern on it. He said, “I feel bad for them, y’know. Sorry, I like them a lot so I love your bag. It says something, shows that you care.”
...I finished Pluribus and I’m about to finish There Is No Antimemetics Division by qntm and I have many thoughts, and I want to articulate them. However, I need to express my immense disappointment in the direction that both stories take with the ‘other’ that, I guess, exposes my desire for a story about the ‘other’ where it is not diametrically opposed to the question of humanity. God!!! Something is seriously bothering me about it!!! I mean. I guess art did its job, it made me feel, and what it made me feel IS ANNOYED!
...Cool movie. I’ve always heard this movie referenced but like other movies I haven’t seen that are also often referenced, I kind of just mentally redact anything that has to do with them. No more!
Immediately, I liked all the main characters and how they were presented: Dude, Walter, and Donny, a trio of random dudes in a bowling league. I don’t think we ever get to learn how they became friends or joined a team together, but they had great chemistry. I will say, whenever John Goodman’s character, Walter, is on screen, he kind, like… kills it every time. One of the lines that made me laugh so much was “Shut the fuck up, Donny! V.I. Lenin. Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov!” Also, I learned that The Beatles had a song called “I am a Walrus.”
...Everyone who drives a car should be a little bit of a mechanic, everyone who uses a phone or computer should be a little bit of a programmer.
I was on my way home from a friend’s place in Brooklyn. It was late, and the G wasn’t running to Queens so I had to take a train, then a shuttle, then a train again to get home. On my ride, I was contemplating whether I should have maybe left earlier to avoid this late NYC pain-in-the-ass transit shenanigans.
Walking to my apartment, I looked up, as I’m drawn to do, especially when it’s a clear, crisp night sky above. I saw Jupiter, so bright and steady in its luminosity next to Orion. While thinking, “Dang, lemme get a better look at this,” I saw a speedy little trail shoot down from Orion’s shoulder to the belt. “Weird,” I thought and looked at the eastern sky, still walking, only a few paces way from my building. And then I saw another shooting star.
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