Seconded.

I'm still on BaceFook. I honestly think they ignore me.
I should be hurt, I suppose. I don't matter enough to be censored.
Hm. Or maybe they're just dumb.
Regardless, I'm there and here and debating whether or not I should invite you to my band's show in Deep River on 2/28/25.

@blackmore1313.bsky.social HELLO.

Wait...the new Nigerian Prince thing is lottery winners from undisclosed states?
The intarwebs are fun again.

I didn't go on TwitX much because I don't indulge in brevity. Also, I often found myself having to define "indulge" and "brevity" to the self-appointed guardians of masculinity.

Happy Sunday, for those of you who observe, y'know, Gregorian calendars.
For the rest of you, warm wishes for your whatever.

A band that changed my life. A band that still RAMPAGES live.
Hell yes.

Y'know, I don't expect as many MRAs over here, but I've had a decade to warm up some fun responses to them... and just in time for the holidays!

It's an old picture, but it's still me.

Apropos of nothing, I love delivering to this building. They're working on restoration, maybe partial, but I want to remember it this way: a little memento mori for anybody who thinks change won't come. It wasn't a buggywhip factory, to my knowledge, but you know what I mean, right?

So here I am, miles from Fbuk, years removed from both Tweaker and whatever the Russian word for LiveJournal is.
No, social media is never actually static, I guess.

Does anyone here go to shows? I have one coming up.

I wonder how long it will take me to forget my password. I can recall my second grade teacher's smile, but I can't remember pi to nine places and what I had for dinner the one night I spent West Virginia.
That's not my password, mind you.
Or is it.
Oh, damnit.

@theferrett.bsky.social Define "weird."