The blaring sound that accompanied the THX logo before some movies scared me as a small child, and not when an episode of my favorite cartoon featured a lesbian couple, which I should mention is over 20 years old.

Great technical death-thrash Starts off familiar but works it's way into different territory. Vocoder for backing vocals is uncommon but it works well here. Favorites: Outer Phase Cybermorphism/Mainframe Lower Form Resistance (very punchy riffs and incredible bridge, good ending overall)

Draggin’ me like stone New picture, another groan Don’t know why Why my feelings end with a sigh As inside I’m churning Down to the bone Don’t know why Why it hurts me to be shown And given a way I give a lie Don’t know why Why my wits lead me to die

Decided to fix my headphones, and yet again it's crossed speaker wire. It's such a simple problem that I'm convinced companies do this on purpose.

Current situation is reminding me of being a little kid seeing news of the then recent war on terror and the invasion of Iraq between rented movies and cartoons, and now they're telling me "nothing will happen" and I know what's going on. It's insane how long it has been.

My brother is a birder, so it's only logical that I'm a batter Except I can't see any bats and I rack up just as many fowls

Nimbus does a scooby-doo run where if he is playful or getting a meal, he sprints so hard he slides in place. It's not if he's scared, he's just that dramatic.

This is who runs this account

Somehow the military airdropping burger king into the middle east has been matched in surrealism... by investment scheme sponsors interjecting in a live parade.

Where are all my purple lovers

Feeling better already. Mild symptoms remain, but at least my body doesn't feel like it was smacked with a mallet all over. Worst illness I've had in years, but it's leaving quick.

Yep, tried to jog a little and got cramps. Wonderful.

Might be sick, I have a sore throat and head pressure building. Shoulda abused the hand sanitizer during my flights more.

I've rarely seen art like this, maybe I've just never had a name for it. So satisfying to look at.

My headphones have a weird damage quirk where the left side stops working if I move my head the wrong way, so I have to flick my head right to turn it on again. It has turned into gesture based listening

I went body numb due to stress driving out of the airport, and felt close to passing out at the wheel at 40 mph. I don't want to go there ever again. I know it's much of it is me, but airport infrastructure in the US is a nightmare as well.

It's almost as if machines that are programmable to efficiently excell at a particular task do it better? Weird.

I find the universe less puzzling than a single person with a strong passion or fixation for what they do/like. It's not in an "I don't get it" way, but a "How, in spite of everything?" way. Don't underestimate what you have going, because it's not easy.

Intense wave of anxiety during what is supposed to be a vacation. I need to get back on something.

FUCKING look at em !!!!!!!!

Day 109

The black rock marchers tread The arteries of compliance Where wheels stop turning Devolving to hatred's alliance And well past concerning An evolving fear pushed near You must peer inward Closer than they can encroach Because it hadn't occurred They can regret this approach

Maybe I'm just being an adult, but the term "yapping" gets abused too much by some kids to say they're disinterested or don't care instead of, you know, leaving. It's pretty mean. Though I like it when it's used on idiots that have nothing to say but keep talking, which is very applicable nowadays.

I hate that remaining positive often amounts to tuning this out sometimes, but it burns in the back of your mind the kind of future that will gradually come out of this. Hard to relax, and hard not think about where Sam Altman lives.

Youtube thumbnails have been bad for years, but sometimes you get gems like these

First day of pride month

🏳️‍🌈 Happy Pride Month!!! 🏳️‍🌈

I will do this the day my MS Office 2007 goes defunct.

I'm conflicted between: A. Wanting twitter to implode B. Keeping it alive for containment This makes me feel B at the moment.

Every place I go I find that drawer knobs/handles are spinning or jiggling, but I'm not about to ask people to tighten their knobs.

I'll be across the country for a couple weeks. The cat was a bit of a wreck when I was gone for two days. All I can do is hope he eats enough and doesn't break things.

Venerating the Moss God

In morning, they stoked fires Source of warmth which lashes Into the night, tending pyres Once working flesh—now ashes The ground our forgotten urn Under the incense of liars Who were last to burn 1/2

I don't think I can get around to every King Gizzard album, I'm still trying to process four of them. I assume this is normal, though.

I'm so jaded with current internet humor/culture that I'm siding with the millennials because 1. I'm close enough to them 2. It's too fast and I don't know anymore

Slept so bad I'm not going to pretend I can sleep now, I'll let it happen when it wants to.

He is something of a feline Jackson Pollock His canvas: chair

Everything feels like a waste of time, but I don't even know what a waste of time is. I'm supposed to stick to what's present, but naturally I spoil my mind thinking of when it fades away and I move on. It's as if I sense the cycle continuing ahead of me and get dissuaded prematurely.

How does tea fix things How does it do that

www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQLl... I like playing this at night. When there's an instrumental interlude you don't skip.

This pit too deep For a therapist to hear Some pills to weep But can't form a tear A bottle I keep That I won't go near The pedal now stuck And I'm the deer Shit out of luck I fear

Something tells me I'm part of the last generation that says "whoa dude". I will not elaborate

Or, idk, take some fuckin notes? Skim through the book again? Snake oil, snake oil everywhere.

I feel as if enthusiasm has left me long ago. I still enjoy things, but I've never been extremely excited in a very long time. I love that people get so excited about someone/something they love, but I cannot replicate that anymore. I tell myself it isn't required, but I still feel like I miss out.

Dissatisfied with being And eager to unravel The culmination of endless before Tied with seeing Too meager to travel Brave few examine the truth Inside their confine Divide strings of design Tugging every thread until loose Each to weave A psychological noose

I need a fursuit at some point, and I don't know when. Now? Probably not. Have I been through this before? Yes. I feel the need to actualize myself more, money and notoriety be damned.

Never listened to a TMBG song before, but I stumbled upon this small one that is now stuck with me. I think I understand it in some esoteric way, or maybe it wasn't supposed to be. www.youtube.com/watch?v=_k6I...