Felt-tip fealty
Stolen obscenities
Mistake a meme for a movement
Relace the seam with dissolvable stitches
Rebuild atop a crumbling foundation
Division as salvation
Rebrand sickness as entertainment
Zero sum inversion
Decaying recursion
Garbage in, garbage out
Beat that drum
Run back to what you knew
For four long years you’ve wanted to
I’ll choke down all that might have been
And spit out what you’re accustomed to
Random thoughts and one-offs.
Just realized (after making a complete set of leashes and collars) that I could have replaced the core strands in the paracord with kevlar cordage to get the super strong, cut resistant rope I wanted in the same pleasing color pallet.
o(>‹ )o<\nobr> The interaction with #CARROT in the @CARROT_app update is genius. Nearly nine years of occular sensor poking and the those pokes still payoff. Wish I'd thought to screen record it.
Someone remind me why the front facing camera still captures shit mirrored… and why we can't simple correct that shit when painting pixels from the buffer… or, at the very least, store the correct transform to file.
#LiquidDeath sparkling water used to be nitrogenated rather than carbonated. F$&k me if they haven't scrubbed that shit from the interwebs.
Also, Jenn thinks y'all (I tell her nobody reads these, but, whatever) are gonna have a problem with that last one, thinking I don't support transgender individuals. I told her y'all'd be smart enough to come at me with the follow up questions.
It's time to disassociate gender identity from competitive sports. We don't need Men's & Woman's, we need Testosterone Developed & Estrogen Developed. We no longer separate these fuckers because girls oughtn't play with boys. We also aren't hosting any WNBA dunk contests.
I wonder how many pixels would be required to create a digital painting that, when zoomed out, becomes a scannable QR code.
GDammit, someone remind me what it's called when you take ugly ass page URLS ending with file suffixes on your server and hide them behind a pretty directory path structure ending with a forward slash.
Shots like this one kept me anxious about the health of that flock of pigeons that has apparently taken up residence 30-50 yards up-range at the Shoreline Links practice area.
Checking what the Garmin launch monitor had to say about today's visit to the driving range:
Sooo, can you disable the appearance of tweets from fuckers other folks are following… or did Twitter fuck up on my very first attempt at a timeline scroll in over a year… by shoving Ted Cruz in that shit?
When you tear up at the end of episode nine of #YaBoyKongming!
Never again
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Never again again
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Never (again)⁺Leave the ladies alone! I believe in the inalienable right of every woman to birth a baby.
Simply can't over stress how underwhelmed I've been with the development of your platform #PostNews. Holler if you're in the Bay Area, need a fixer, and think you can convince me to put my programming hat back on.
Bee tee dubs, I totally used to support post comments on moondeer.blog; but, when a year passed without receiving a single comment, I removed the support like
(凸ಠ益ಠ)凸 .Love is barehand plucking grass dangles from the behind of a frantic pooch.
It's still kinda insane how much easier writing becomes when equipped with the world's collective knowledge at high speed fingertip.
I mean, how the f$&k else would I ever have rhymed, within an ankle-themed stanza, "talofibular" with "perpendicular"?
A lipsyncing egg surrounded by dancing sperm. Y'all's taste blows. #JustSayin' #SuperBowlHalfTimeShow
Switched Mastodon servers for the f$&k of it. We'll see how the transfer shakes out.
I suppose that if it ever felt worthwhile to attempt to publish my collected essays, I could call it metaphorically speaking.
Disabling cross posting for awhile. The nonexistent tens of you that view moondeer.blog directly shan't notice a thing. I can't fucking stomach the effort made pretending I'm not talking to myself at the moment.
No idea how to get anyone to watch this. Sure, it's hard to understand. But it's pretty… and it used to be that folks liked puzzling out what things meant. Keep ignoring the heavy stuff and I'll Kota-bait-and-switch y'all's arses.
https://youtu.be/d71aQZPUoCgWhoohoo, my first time being censored on TikTok.
There was a learning curve wrangling the printer into using 45" off a roll of canvas paper; but, rolling your own 17" x 44.5" canvas print is kinda nuts.
