

I can’t not address a person, that’s incredibly rude.
I like American music. Do you like American music? I like American music, too.
Other versions of me:


I can’t not address a person, that’s incredibly rude.


For me, it’s seeing things I know aren’t real, or things that don’t match my memories. Trucks turning into giant mouths was one related to sleep deprivation / energy drink use.
But more recently it’s things like: That mural is different than yesterday but could not possibly have been repainted in this amount of time. No idea what triggered these kind, but I am diagnosed with an anxiety disorder.
I handle $50 bills at work all the time. They are not rare. I’ve got one in my pocket right now.


I mean, yeah, if the serving dish is visibly dirty that’s a no-go.
Kittens Inspired by Kittens


I wash it whenever it’s in my hand and I’m near a sink, so at least once a day when it’s in active use.
The real question is how often do I dty it?
you’re the literal devil and we are friends now
I like when cats yawn and I can see inside their mouths.


Eating.
I’ve always liked to eat. And I haven’t been impoverished for years now. But even though I was only homeless and impoverished for a little over a year, it destroyed my relationship with food.
If I have food in front of me, I have to eat it. My brain is convinced I might not have anything else to eat for an unknown amount of time and so I need to eat as much as I can while it’s available.
I can recognize that this is not true, and actively stop myself. But it’s an active intervention every time, and it’s exhausting.


Not important but I help make the world a slightly better place and I’m proud of how good I am at it. Moreover, I enjoy it, it pays well, and it’s on the schedule I prefer.


sometimes even then
I would and do and it’s no small part of my job besides.


Secretly? I’m pretty outspoken about most things: DST, education, the environment
So in terms of things I rarely talk about, it’s friggen nuts that we all just accept that candies labelled ‘banana’, ‘raspberry’, ‘mint’, and so on taste so little like their real-life namesakes.


Because the FOSS projects give you everything up front whether or not you pay for it later.
I don’t know how normal it is, but you’re not alone. Parenthood was my primary inspiration. I have a job, I make decent money, I even like my job, but it’s just a job, and I have no plans to climb a ladder or seek promotion.


I’m a “if I set this down I’ll never see it again” person. A “start with the minimum I think I’ll use and get more as necessary or I’ll become an accidental hoarder” person.
undermine your internalized capitalism with this one weird trick
My hyperlocal newspaper.
I think that, uh, there it is.
I’ve written about this before, but “neighbor” or “cousin” or “my friend” usually work. If you can have a bit if fun with it, “Senator” is great. If plural, “folks”.