R Kelly?

On the list- Record podcast with some friends, fix a kitchen drawer and adjust some doors, mow my lawn, laundry. So far I’ve done everything but the mowing. And at this point I have zero intention of doing it. Partly because it’s time to eat jelly beans and watch YouTube but mostly because I’d have to finish cleaning the trash out of my yard I started cleaning yesterday. The excuse for not doing that is trash doesn’t get picked up till Thursday.

This isn’t true at all. He’d be shipped to El Salvador for being brown first.

A lot of those people got really quiet when we started fellating putin. I had to hear for years about how rad he was, and now crickets.

Fresh clean sheets on a well made bed daily.

In 5 years or less we will be living in a world where people have their paychecks garnished to pay back food loans.

Ha! Yeah man. Cool summer nights after a really good day? The call still comes sometimes. The desire to just go out and get wild. But like you say, I like where I am now and life is good.

Meh, it wasn’t for long, it was jail not prison, and it was 30 years ago. I learned a few lessons, mainly that I’m not a good car thief. But also to pick and choose my adventures. When i tell my kids about all the shit we used to do, my wife gets twitchy but there’s a smile behind the rolling eyes.

Ha. I’ve done almost all of that. But I know why I went to jail. After years and years dealing recreational pharmaceuticals, partaking in the same, living in garages, living on stolen candy and nicotine and alcohol, skating, skanking, moshing, fucking and fighting, sometimes it’s just nice to be clean for a day and have one set of nice clothes.

One of my kids asked why I keep buying white shoes. They always get dirty. It’s a goal kid, one day they’re gonna stay clean and you’ll get it.

“Time flies, time crawls You’re a prisoner trapped between its claws Life sucks, sometimes You gotta learn to live between the lines”

Pretty much as written. Time marches forward no matter how I feel about it. My best friend died, people still sat in traffic on the way to work. My wife said she wanted a divorce, the mailman still brought me bills. I made the best chilli I’ve ever tasted and my neighbors cat disappeared. You gotta learn to just accept that life is fleeting and carve out your own space. Find your own joy. Bring your own good time. Because life doesn’t owe you anything and moaning about it won’t make things better.

Bullshit. I’m at lunch thankyouverymuch, and I have been for 12 minutes. It’s a good thing I didn’t see this when I was browsing lemmy 20 minutes ago.

Necromechanicy?

Curse you, you Syrup flavored bastid.

Bluetooth that works. The ability to email large files. Low cost broadband. The right to repair. Not lose the ownership of digital media.

It’s probably for the lulz I guess. There’s only a few places left on the internet that are decent and good, archive being one, so why not shit all over it? People are so dumb.

It’s probably because most of the people that believe these things are impossible can’t even chew with their mouths closed.

I tried really hard to do this book but it beat me. It’s a dnf on my list this year. The radio play is pretty good too.