Pocket journal of Biggus the almighty.
Likening customer service to purgatory is extreme but it feels like it some days so I'm working with the melodrama. For many reasons, I'm in a much better situation than most. Still, this line of work can't be my life forever. At least, when I leave, I can say that the way I view customer-facing workers has shifted drastically. For the better. Don't get me wrong, sometimes they suck, sometimes I…
I'm not a Fantano, don't call me that. That actually wounds me, you know. Deeply. Say sorry. Say it harder. Softer. Hm... Actually, I don't like this. This thing between you and I-- This is awkward and weird. Damn. Leave me alone actually. Slayyyter's latest album is my AOTY, which is wild because of how much heat there's been this year but a part of me kind of knew it. I put off listening to this…
Don't panic, not a long post. I visit my university city every couple of months because I like the scene (whimsy) and I visited again today to catch up with a friend who's moving away for a Masters in a couple months. I won't air out our gossip 'cause it's none ya 1 but the topic of location came up, which is something I've written about before. I'm Thai in my blood but I never felt a strong…
AH-- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I've written a couple thousand words today and yesterday which, don't get me wrong, were really fun write-ups but if I'm going to commit to the trials and tribulations I have lined up for me (more writing, in the spirit of BlAugust ) then I need to tone it back. Not only on a literal, word count scale but on a metaphysical level. I need my soul to rest. I'm too…
You need to be a certain kind of beast to tackle the likes of NaNoRenO, Art Fight, game jams, even the 1 (sometimes themed) song of the day Instagram stories, and actually have a consistent portfolio to show for it-- I AM NOT that kind of beast. God knows I want it so bad. That routine . AH. DAMMIT. But hey, yeah, that's fine. I actually am just going to keep joining these repetitive challenges…
I'll be honest, the topic of this blog comes from a shame I feel in... Yearning for attention without knowing how to play it off in a way that still gives me what I want. Bit of a word salad there, hope you get what I mean. It's also worth me noting that I don't want to bog anyone down with the nuclear-level self-loathing I'll be exploring in this post. If you're participating in Blaugust,…
That's how it goes, isn't it? I wouldn't be too concerned by my departure from my comfort green (I do a crap enough job at overhauls, you might find a slither of grass between the concrete), nor my choice to let red (anger, blood, passion, grrr, and so on) stay. If I wanted this blog to perfectly match my other islands across the internet then I very well could but I wanted this place to be…
I've been working on a letter to send to some friends, aesthetic PenPal style. They don't know it's happening. Beyond that, Fletcher and I have been trying to put together our I-130 package. We should've started a month ago given the lengthy processing times but it's just such a tall order and really requires us to scrape through some stuff to prove our marriage was bonafide. Gives me a headache.…
Welcome to my bi-weekly digest for the 9th to the 22nd of April. House of Leaves ... Is such an imposing book, which I suppose is the point. I started it a few weeks after I was gifted it for my birthday, fast forward by a few months and I'm now continuing it. No spoilers, obviously, but a footnote led me to a string of letters, and there was a decryption task that broke my heart near the end of…
Sometimes, for whatever reason, a forum thread eventually becomes an image graveyard. I'm visiting a, I dunno, six year old Lemmasoft post to figure something out when the image examples are clearly not what they originally were, instead now just the image-host's placeholder image and maybe some consolidation text about the image being unavailable. "Fuck me," I guess, but I actually rarely get…