At the risk of jinxing myself, I turn 40 next year, so I think it's time to finally decide if I really deserve to call myself a writer, having wasted enough time as it is. I'd love to publish something meaningful to me on my birthday, but we shall see.

I still own some of the first CDs I ever got as a kid, because you have to appreciate the classics.

Every now and again, I need to boot up Ryoko and make sure the ol' girl has still got it going.

Got a Water Flosser for Christmas and tried it for the first time last night... certainly gonna take some practice, what with feeling like I was drinking from a firehose.

Woke up this morning and ate a Wagon Fulla Pancakes.

Waitaminute... I think this Disney Christmas Parade might just be one long infomercial... hmmm...

I can think of no better media to consume on Christmas Eve than those that involve revolution and toppling oppressive dystopias.

Perhaps I'm a night owl insomniac because I took the whole "they live, we sleep" thing a bit too literally, and being awake makes me feel alive.

Stopped myself from posting a long venting session on here, because who really cares?

I'm the kind of insufferable bastard who will listen to only one song, on repeat, for days.

Perhaps if I put cheese, crackers, and an assortment of random shit on a cutting board, I can disguise my poor eating habits as a hip and trendy display... delightfully devilish, Seymour!

The fear of creating and no one cares.

They say to be a good writer you need to be a good reader, and that certainly explains things.

Binged through "Delicious in Dungeon" over the weekend, and it's honestly the D&D campaign that I've always wanted to play and/or run.

Al Snow was here.

The Algorithm Requires Engagement.

I wish I could enjoy rhythm games, but I ain't got much.

I was opening a can of crushed pineapples the other night, and the ring came off as I was trying to pop it open. Unfortunately, the can was too awkward to use a can opener... but, luckily, I had a pen knife, my good man!

"I won a Dragon Candle in a Christmas Raffle" is a sentence I'm glad that I get to say now.

"Year End Summaries" on various platforms is a nice way to know how some of your data is collected and monitored.

As much as I love tech and computers and such, sometimes I just want to pull a Snake Plissken at the end of "Escape from LA." youtu.be/gHUqNCDwQj4?...

I've come to realize that one of my favorite video game genres is "something has gone wrong... in space!"

Ten years ago, I left console gaming behind as I built my first proper gaming PC, for many reasons, but mostly to play this one upcoming game whose trailer got me so very hyped. After numerous delays, and three gaming PCs later, I'll finally get to play Routine tonight. Good or bad, I'm just glad.

Another year, another half dozen domain names renewed for projects that have yet to be.

I wish social media wasn't the preferred way to communicate with some people; need to cut out the middle man and just talk.

Attended a Friendsgiving tonight. Ate tons of food and had lots of laughs. On the way home, "Wasted Years" by Iron Maiden came on the shuffle. "Living in the golden years," indeed. Sometimes, you spend too much time focusing on nostalgia to notice the moments and people you have now; especially now.

The only thing getting me through these dark days lately is the light emanating from ACT III. theprotomen.bandcamp.com/album/act-ii...

The Wave Speech from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, but it's me reminiscing about my time in the Synthwave Music Scene.

"You look tired... have you been getting enough sleep?" Me:

A long time ago, I wrote and drew a webcomic. It didn't last too long. Regardless, I have this one friend of mine who will occasionally reference it and cite jokes from it as well. I asked them the other day why, and they said, "Because I liked it and thought it was funny." I wish I felt the same.

I've been driving down this here series of tubes called the information super highway for almost thirty years now... and I've never felt more alone on it.

My latest musical obsession: gilgareth.bandcamp.com

There's that episode of The Simpsons where Bart sells his soul and has a dream where everyone around him is hanging out with their soul, but he's alone. I had a dream the other night that everyone I knew was hanging out with their creative muse, making art, but I was alone. And that's my update.

How do I enjoy writing again?

Another year goes by where I pay to renew the domain on a website that I'll never use at all.

The hardest question(s) for me to answer lately are, "How are you doing?" and/or "What have you been working on lately?" Because, well, y'know... *gestures wildly at the world around me* ... but, also, I dunno, I've really lost that creative spark. There's probably a correlation involved somewhat.

I took a break from social media and figured it had been like six months; at least, it felt that way. Turns out, it was only a couple of months. I'm not sure what that says about anything, really. Anyway, am I back on here for good, or is this more me just saying, "I'm not dead yet"? I dont know.

"How's it going?" Me:

I think the only thing harder than suffering in silence is enjoying something in silence.

I've felt for some time now that I've become more of an idea person than an actual make it manifest into reality person... I dont know if it's depression or frustration, lack of energy or apathy, hell, maybe a combination of them all. I have the time, really I do, but I just don't have the drive...

I miss message boards... like, I know they still exist... but I miss the widespread use of them... a real, true sense of a community.

I've lived my life on the internet as such a digital nomad, just going from one platform to another... watching as they rise, go to shit, and then fall ... it's all become truly exhausting.

It's quite the dystopic flex when you have to run your writing through an AI Detector just to prove that you are, in fact, a writer capable of actually writing.

I have so many contacts in my phone, but I couldn't tell you the last time I reached out to most of them... heck, I don't even know if these numbers are even theirs anymore... but I'm too scared to reach out... yet I still keep them in my contacts anyway... why, I don't know... maybe someday I will.

I know here is better than there, but I can't deny that it's starting to feel like just another social media site.

Doing some spring cleaning today and found like a hundred of these buttons.

Sometimes I just want to scream into the void and not have it talk back to me.

Sometimes you just need to listen to thrash metal at 3AM.

I always get so nervous and self-conscious whenever I reach out to an artist for a commission, thinking like, "I'm just wasting their time, this is a stupid idea, they've got better things to do..." 🫠

Still can't believe I've somehow convinced some people that I'm a somewhat competent writer.