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.

Whoohoo, 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.

Blast email's aren't "reaching out," Katie.

Holler if you reading this on a Micro.blog timeline, I'm trying to enforce my law of exclusively mutual.

Not all who wander are lost.

But… to be fair…

Y'all should know that if you keep it up with the follow party shite over on #Post you're gonna end up twitterifying the platform.

cc @RebelAutie

#ICYMI

(sound on (I mean… obviously… we all recognize a Siri bubble when we see one, right?))

Also, if you happen to be reading this, which you aren't, and you wanna shove some ★★★★/★★★★★ horseshite my way … go ahead and bring it 'cause I'm feeling argumentative and totally wouldn't mind making you feel stupid.

#WhenAStoppableForceMeetsAnUnmovableObject