makuus

Bold of you to assume that I have family that I want to keep in touch with. Entire family tree is twisted and gnarled, and full of white-trash sociopaths and narcissists.

For the one remaining person I might keep in touch with, it’s a text message at holidays.

Yeah, maybe if someone told me I should have specced my character for wealth or charisma, instead of creativity or wisdom, I might be enjoying this game more…

He’s on a rest day. Asked us if we could come round instead…

Make coming into the office worth it. Period, end of sentence.

Here, I have my own quiet, private office, a ginormous monitor, a comfortable chair, and zero commute. I can make my own lattes, eat on the cheap, and take care of what I need to take care of while listening to a meeting.

My experience coming into the office is an open, noisy floorplan, a monitor designed for ants, a nice-enough but ancient chair, and 75 minutes each way gone from my life—to say nothing of the $20 gone from my wallet for the privilege. The free coffee is dogshit, the food is expensive, and I can barely get a bathroom break as I’m locked into so many meetings.

I’d happily work from the office if it had literally anything to recommend it over WFH.

I’ve been very slowly getting more open and candid with the idea that I’m not going to be around to retirement age. The men in my family have incredibly rough odds, starting at 50, and I don’t think I’m going to be the one to beat the odds.

Healthy or not, constantly rolling this knowledge around my head—even voicing it —has helped to put a lot of things in perspective—even if it hasn’t yet instilled a YOLO mentality.

I originally read it as “…discreet way of walking myself…”Was thinking: “What kind of question is that? Just stand up and start walking somewhere. No need to be discreet about it…”

Then thought maybe the family dog was looking for advice from Lemmy?

“This is television, that's all it is. It has nothing to do with people, it's to do with ratings! For fifty years, we've told them what to eat, what to drink, what to wear... for Christ's sake, Ben, don't you understand? Americans love television. They wean their kids on it. Listen. They love game shows, they love wrestling, they love sports and violence. So what do we do? We give 'em what they want! We're number one, Ben, that's all that counts, believe me. I've been in the business for thirty years.”

…I do love the idea of someone who makes much of their money illegally but also has this very honorable commitment to paying their fair share in taxes.

There’s, perhaps, a more practical explanation. As I’ve read before (in some other phrasing): If you’re going to commit a crime, commit only one at a time.

In this case, if you’re going to make your money illegally, for goodness’ sake, don’t evade taxes.

For me, that, but with “Now Procreate!”

Once upon a time I used DDR to lose 30-40 pounds. I really enjoyed playing the game—even if I was never really great at it—and the side benefit is that I got into better shape.

But, that was a long time ago, in the PS1 era. Now—other than your L-TEK recommendation, which looks doable—I’m not even sure how I’d get back into it. Maybe worth my digging into again, seeing as how age has been putting on the pounds…

I never thought in my life that I would have opinions about vegan cheese, but, oh boy, do I. So many choices, and I think that’s great. But, they are all jam-packed with coconut oil, which tastes just awful to me and gives my stomach the turns.

At the time I had to make the switch, Miyoko’s did a cashew-based sliced cheese—without a hint of coconut oil—that I thought was amazing. But, they ditched that product because it wasn’t ’up to their standards’(?) Every time I go by the non-dairy cheese section and see a new product, I get a brief glimmer of hope it’ll be some similar product, and that I can finally have cheese without worry again.

That’s something I think I’d like to use, but I don’t know if could get over the fact that neither the date nor the time are in ISO 8601 format.