Eighteen: an addendum to next/previous styling and feeling shame about missing a screen reader bug
in which our hero should have tested sooner
Portrait of the Man as a...
Why I write because thinking silently turns corrosive...
Live Last read · last published · next check
Latest posts
Seventeen: weight-based trauma, food noise, and the three-handed messy guy in the closet.
in which our hero realized some stuff about his childhood that weren't so great
status 0819
That today is Wednesday is fake news. Clearly it is the second coming of Monday and my seminal sensibilities are offended.
Sixteen: it's conference season at work so it is also apple season at home 📷
in which our hero posts about an apple
Fifteen: something something AI creeping towards subjugation of the working class something something
in which our hero seizure some thoughts about production
status 0815
Thinking about how the redistribution wealth is less about the weather, per se, but the removal of autonomy that results from us being unable to afford time to protest
Fourteen: a pen in hand is worth two in the holder unless that holder is insatiable and I need to stop feeding it
in which our hero rethinks all the things that make him work
status 0814
I just had an incredibly intense desire to get an eye tattooed on the back of my hand
thirteen: what a wall I hit today but I made this guy over the weekend
oof Thursday's right? A B M
twelve: baby's first water droplet
in which our hero debates yellow vs blue for a hiligjt
eleven: It is my sixth anniversary with Obsidian and all I got was this lousy link graph
in which our hero forget an anniversary
ten: here's a robot I guess
in which our hero ran out of steam thinking about background
nine: quick digression for a bear customization. Subtitle: read the $%^#ing manual?
in which our hero extracts titles to text
eight: hear me out hear me out... I actually like this weird face
in which our hero continues to post bad things in public but is actually kinda liking it
seven: I'm just tired and there are no words but I drew a clown maybe
in which our hero just...