Out for a walk. Live sluggishly, play soft.

Without downloading new pics, what is it like to date and/or be married to you.

Medical advice sourced from a social media clickfarm? Ain’t nobody got time for that!

I keep getting served ozempic ads with this pretty young cub, and I get all conflicted ‘cause I’m like “no no, you’re beautiful just as you are” and then I remember oh wait, I lost 60 lbs with this drug. But I took it for diabetes! But yeah I looked better before. Yet I stay on it anyway.

I want back the internet that helped me grow my knowledge, not the one that hides it behind paywalls but floods me with propaganda and misinformation. I want back the internet that brought me meaningful human connection, not the one which feels like I’m behind a one-way mirror, invisible to all.

I saw the new cherries and cream Pepsi zero at the supermarket and immediately bought four cases because MUST SCOOP UP NOVELTY FLAVOUR BEFORE IT DISAPPEARS!! Four cans in, and it’s clear this was a mistake.

The “pic of you in 2019” meme. Life before semaglutide.

Every office *sniffle* has that one person with a chronic nasal condition *sniffle* who constantly sniffles throughout the day, all day, every day. *sniffle* The dark forces of the universe *snortsniffle* ensure I am always seated within earshot of that person. *sniffle* *snort*

I have officially reached the age where sleeping in a slightly odd position will give me lasting neck and shoulder pain. Just as well it’s absolutely miserable out today.

Long ago, I worked at a store where the average customer was about 75, and always freaking out over prices because their mental benchmark for what things should cost was set in 1950. I swore to myself I would never let myself be that out of touch. Costs go up, that’s life. But lately… oh dear.

Maximum 300 characters and every post being public almost makes it seem like this platform was built with the primary goal of preventing LiveJournal-esque drama and HEY WAIT A SECOND

28°C and sunny. Feels so good after such a dreary and chilly spring. Not quite shorts weather, but good enough for a nice long walk.

Name 10 bands/musicians you’ve obsessed over at some point: 1. Tangerine Dream 2. Pet Shop Boys 3. Vangelis 4. Klaus Schulze 5. Joni Mitchell 6. The Alan Parsons Project 7. Goldfrapp 8. Alec R. Costandinos 9. Pink Floyd Gonna cheat with this one — 10. Harthouse (a label, not an artist)

“We urgently need your meaningless numbers! Hurry, hurry, HURRY!! We assigned two more to you on Sunday evening, why did you miss the deadline on them last Friday?” “We know you’re busy, but we urgently need complete and thorough documentation for this now-obsolete process!” How’s your week going?

There’s Backrooms-themed porn, isn’t there? I mean, I don’t need to search for it; I can safely assume it exists?

2026 vibes: discussing the sudden passing of someone they all knew but I didn’t. I pull up FB a few minutes later and it suggests this now-deceased person as a friend.

New phony, who bliss?

I’m really missing solid food.

Undergoing dental surgery tomorrow to extract an impacted wisdom tooth. Have been in a continual state of mild dread all week.

I watch one subtitled interview with Angine De Poitrine, and just like that, half my YouTube ads are in French. At least they’re for actual products, which is a break from the relentless sketchy gambling ads courtesy of my own provincial government.

Put on a pair of sneakers I hadn’t worn in a while. Immediately noticed they felt like I’d stepped in something sticky. Looked down and they were leaving tar-like marks on the floor. The soles were chemically disintegrating. Well, shit. I guess it really had been a while since I last wore them.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION TO THIS SPLATTER VINYL!

Post a pic of yourself in another country. Bavaria, Germany, 2025. Such a beautiful place.

So this is one of the things I've been working on for the past five years. It's a bit dark. thebrunorepublic.bandcamp.com/album/dimini...

RSD took all the things I disliked about record collecting and then refined, concentrated, and amplified them to 11 and blasted them through a Marshall stack.

I cringe every time I see a meme that boils down to “we [generation name] are superior beings because we endured [past struggles] younger people could never navigate!” There’s so much wrong with this thinking.

Watching bad movies is like eating spicy food: often regrettable, but despite the pain and discomfort, you will eventually want more.

I wish Orbán’s loss was the 1st sign of a global rejection of authoritarian right-wing populism, but I fear it is not. Seems Orbán lost primarily due to a faltering economy and a corruption scandal he couldn’t bury, not from taking control of the media/judiciary, or pro-Putin/anti-EU policies.

30 minutes in, and I can confirm the 2025 War Of The Worlds movie fully earned its sweep of the Razzies.

Someone’s poker night ended badly.

Done… unless I suddenly realize one piece needs more work/needs the mix adjusted/sucks and must be replaced. Which is where I’ve been at for about 2 years. So maybe not done.

TFW when someone tells you, without a trace of irony, “I’ve been making some really good tracks with AI”

Greetings from my sofa.

Um… uh… I… I have no words yet.

I never imagined a place could exists where bubble tea, vaping, and a lagoon would all intersect. But even if I had, it wouldn’t have looked like this.

English orthography is an absolute dumpster fire. Nowhere is this more evident than with place names in the UK, which even native English speakers will hopelessly mispronounce if they aren’t already familiar. “It’s at, uh, is it… Grand Cockstuffer station?” “It’s pronounced ‘Go Chappell’!”

A little bit of joy from my childhood: McDonalds apple pie, deep-fried, AS GOD INTENDED.

Is a Darwin Walk what you do on your way to pick up a Darwin Award?

So, this exists:

In London, doing London things.

Traveling and the cable situation is silly. Between having an old phone, new wireless headphones, and an old travel charger, the number of cables I need seems to increase exponentially.

Make whatever assumptions you will about me, but reality will always be far less interesting.

“…he’s such a cheap whore, he’s given the red light district a blue light special” Yeah, I’m really dating myself with that one.

Bitch, please. I always have been, no matter how hard I tried to be otherwise.

One of the worst things about living in my region is how, after months of cold and grey, you get a couple of days of wonderful mild temperatures… and it feels like spring has begun, and life can finally resume. And then a week later, PSYCHE! Winter makes you its bitch again.

I don’t usually impulse-buy something like a jacket. But something about the combination of the faux leather texture and the shade of green reminded me of long-forgotten things from my childhood, and it’s strangely comforting.

“Content” made of short sentences, each presented as a paragraph, loses all credibility with me. I guess it’s supposed to give each sentence big impact. But it just looks stupid! Why would anyone read that? I don’t know. It feels obviously manipulative. Or aimed at low attention spans.

In the future, techbros will propose solving the homeless problem by putting them all in self-driving taxis which will travel across the country non-stop, thus ensuring no jurisdiction ever has to take responsibility for them. Wait, I haven’t checked the news in 2 hours. Has this already happened?

I’m so old, I remember when a factory outlet store was actually next to the factory.

This comic has stuck with me for a while, because it pulls such contrasting feelings out of me. It’s simultaneously hilarious while also a fairly accurate depiction of a serious depressive episode.