…. You mean I’m stuck in Hayward because the two gorgeous dingbats who conspired to get me here had a miscommunication that led to what nerds often call “a stolen car” now many county’s distance from this one, and unable to deliver me as multiply promised via that car back home? Are you sure?

Oh wow I am in the east bay. I wonder what nuanced and instantly relatable confluences of circumstances brought a thing like that about.

t “the 6 days before your 41st birthday” is an amazing sentence, and in fact is not certain to fall under the heading of the usual disciplines…like Esperanto scored a pay pig that was actually two pay pigs; can they make the whole man from pure balls?

Holy shit it’s Jeb Lund.

FINALLY. I finally found a professional way to arrange and contrast my named fuckups and brought the fog way down to chest level and subject to winds and curvature; I also stayed wise in the balance of generic failures, the cartoon duck waddling around where I used to remember stuff,

Yeah my light phone should be here next week *cracks knuckles* time to go dig out a foothold on my many neglected socials

I declared it New Years Season like two weeks ago; should probably start acting like I meant it.

I think we’re all used to American Catholics defending the death penalty on social media but it’s not every day you get a literal priest inventing Protestantism in real time as a way to rationalize the state killing people

Killing prisoners shouldn’t be a legitimate power of government.

When phone is for a much longer stretch than most doctors and good friends would recommend… I have a lot of doomed activity to catch on, and many efforts to see fail. And we’re off.

On brand, fo sho