from Mike Stone

Day 33 of the #100DaysToOffload Series:

A few days ago, a comment went by in my timeline saying something to the effect of, “How have I not known about watch for this long?” That's not an exactly quote, but I didn't write it down at the time. Just in case there are other people out there who haven't heard of watch, let's look at it quickly.

Here's the description from the man page for watch:

watch runs command repeatedly, displaying its output and errors (the first screenfull). This allows you to watch the program output change over time. By default, command is run every 2 seconds and watch will run until interrupted.

This little app has come in so handy for me over the years. I use it at work all the time. Why? Because I'm lazy that's why.

There are a couple different things that you can do with watch that make it super handy. Here are the flags that I use the most, and what they do.

-d: This highlights the differences between the runs of the specified command. For example, if you're doing an ls and a file gets added to the directory, the new file will light up.

-n: This lets you update the interval you're running the command. The default is two seconds, but if you're not needing to do it that often to accomplish your goal, or if you need to do it more often, you can specify the interval with the -n flag. I use this the least of the flags I'm going to mention because two seconds seems pretty much perfect for me.

-b: If something changes in the output of the command, your computer beeps. This is good for if you're at your computer, but maybe looking at something else. I've used this waiting for clients to send me files. They say they're going to do it right away, but “right away” can sometimes take longer than you'd think.

-g: This exits your watch if the output changes. I've also used this one quite a bit for work because sometimes “right away” could be hours later. This one works really well for doing something inline. I have a script at work that sends a notification to my phone, and using watch -g <command>;notify_mike.ksh has saved me hours of staring at a screen. I can run that short command and go have lunch knowing I won't be surprised.

watch is a really simple little app that really saves me time and boredom. Hopefully this brief little summary of the app with a few tiny examples will give you some idea of how you can use it to help you.


from Strange Vistas

Mel Gibson screaming

Mel Gibson has made some powerfully visceral movies as a director, from The Passion of the Christ to Apocalypto to Hacksaw Ridge (for which I still owe you a write up). His announced remake of Sam Peckinpah's The Wild Bunch is a perfect match for the filmmaker I didn't expect him to grow into.

As an actor, however, he has been on check-cashing auto-pilot mode for over a decade. He last made some effort to play a low-key homicide detective trying to find out what happened to his daughter in Martin Campbell's uneven Edge of Darkness in 2010. You'll need to look further back to find something in his filmography where he seems to be enjoying himself, though, and land in Brian Helgeland's Payback back in 1999.

(No, I still haven't seen Dragged Across Concrete. I should. S. Craig Zahler's Bone Tomahawk was a revelation, and his raw meanness would have been a better match for this movie, but I'm getting ahead of myself.)

With that in mind, I can't tell you why I ended up watching Blood Father. I needed something grimy and raspy and bourbon-soaked, I guess. It seemed to fit the bill. It had a decent cast. It was worth a shot.

The fact that it wasn't distributed or produced by Gibson's Icon production should have been a hint.

Gibson plays John Link, an alcoholic ex-con with a history of violence written in his face. When we first see him, at an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, he looks like a former biker who got pickled in formaldehyde then left out in the sun for a couple of decades. He runs a tattoo parlor called Missing Link out of his trailer home, which looks more abandoned than parked in some California dustbowl. He is keeping himself clean and mostly sane, until his missing daughter Lydia shows up looking for help.

Which of course she does, because that's the main reason for having a movie dad who looks this much like someone you don't fuck with. Particularly when you are even more of a self-destructive dumb-ass than daddy, and compound things by going at it with a teenager's energy.

Things go to shit right away when drug dealers arrive and shoot his place up. Instead of waiting for the police, surrounded by a good dozen people who would vouch for his innocence, Link instead decides to flee the scene with Lydia, for reasons that aren't entirely clear other than otherwise there wouldn't be a movie.

The movie then putters about for another hour-something, with Gibson getting exactly one scene to go nuts in before it ends in a shoot-out that plays out the exact way you'd expect. It introduces some colorful characters and background bits that could have made this more interesting, if the director was bold enough about making an exploitation film, then does nothing with them. Michael Parks phones it in as yet another Preacher. Raoul Max Trujillo's promise as a Cartel Terminator goes to waste. Miguel Sandoval seems to be having fun for all of fifteen seconds. William H. Macy is barely there.

B movies are an honest craft, folks. If you're going to make one, don't treat it like something to be ashamed of.

The blame lies six parts on the script and half a dozen on the director. When the plot has laid all its cards on the table, the way things play out makes little sense. And as for the person guiding this whole thing, I'd even forgotten director Jean-François Richet's insipid remake of Assault on Precinct 13 existed. I expect Blood Father to soon suffer the same fate.

#bloodfather #melgibson #erinmoriarty #michaelparks #williamhmacy #raoulmaxtrujillo


from tmo

Filed under #latenight #writing #amwriting #blogging

The site, my landing page, has had some writing added to it. Most of it links back to this blog from older blog posts, but the link to the “Littered Thoughts” e-book is on there, too. And tomorrow I am going to put “Ideas For A Better Way” on there as well. LT is hosted on Gumroad ($0), and IFABW will be free, also. I looked around all the files on this computer, Google Drive, and the flash drives, and IFABW is only in PDF format, I am afraid. I don't have it saved as plain text. If someone knows of a way to convert from PDF to plain text (by some magic), please let me know :) But, the writing is there, so that is good.

So, that was fun.

Be back in a bit!


from tmo

Filed under #response #coffeetime #latenight

In #responsetoMusings, I would like to say “hello” and welcome aboard! Yes, the decentralized Web is a good thing, and Mastodon is great (I am on @olry), as is the Scuttlebutt network that I experimented with some time ago. Very cool! Looking forward to your future blog posts :)

___ Other stuffs ___

It's 10:22 PM here, and I am making coffee, what else is new? The sliding glass door is letting in some post-rain air, and the neighbors around the way are making a racket like they do every Thursday night, but I am no grumpy old man. Let them do their thing.

I decided (as I mused over on Mastodon), that I am just going to more or less not care where I live. This apartment is fine. Even with terrible floors, it is literally the only caveat. So, I will just focus on me, and my life. And just “get on with it” :)

Anyway, back to life


from Dino’s Journal

The Su-30M2 Flanker-F2 is one of my favorite planes in Ace Combat 7. It is beautiful and flies really well. Since it is a multi-role fighter, you can use it for air-to-air or air-to-ground missions. In this video, I'm flying it on Mission 09 of the single player campaign. It has the Erusea livery/skin on.

Got tired of waiting for Vimeo to look into why they disabled my account. First, I created a PixelFed account. I could upload photos just fine, but for some reason it would error out when uploading videos. That was unfortunate. It's almost like Vimeo and PixelFed were pushing me to upload to YouTube instead. So, I gave YouTube a try.

Tags: #GameClips #AceCombat7


from Musings

I'm not quite sure where to begin here.

Great, now that that's out of the way, let's begin.

For years, I've felt uneasy. Deep down in the pit of my stomach, I've felt ill, the same feeling I feel when my conscious has been stricken. When I know I've done wrong and I know I need to do better. I've lived this feeling of guilt or of shame and I've struggled to articulate it and I still do. But let's try to unpack this together.

I turned 30 in June of last year and that's kicked off a season of reflection in my life. The past year, I've journaled on and off, mostly ideas I have for things I'd like to create or simply to exist. I'm longing for a freedom that eludes me. I feel as though I'm living in a waking nightmare powered by greed and amplified by apathy.

My daily life is dictated by Google, Amazon, Facebook, Apple, and Microsoft (#GAFAM), as likely is yours. I won't waste your time or my breath breaking down how these companies operate, but I would like to point out my experience is slightly different than the average reader. I have two personas that are impacted by these companies, and we share the personal experience innately.

My professional persona is the one that truly ails me.

Back in 2007, I took an online class introducing me to HyperText Markup Language, the fundamental technology used by just about every website ever. The first lesson was about ethics. My digital classmates and I learned about Fair Use and Copyright infringement.

We learned about being respectful to the visitors of our yet to be built web pages. There's an inherent unequal power dynamic between a webmaster and an enduser. With that power comes responsibility.

Naively, I have assumed for too long that everyone working on the web was schooled in ethics.

Microsoft gave me my first taste of enterprise software. As a student, I was able to apply for free software from the Dreamspark program. I downloaded everything. I was hooked, but there was a catch.

Once I was no longer a student, I would need to pay for Visual Studio at the low price of a cool grand and change. Not seeing how I was going to afford that kind of software on my pizza delivery salary—making sub-minimum wage plus tips while using my own car and gas—I swore off Microsoft for good.

I had been a student in the D.A.R.E. program and I knew, the first drugs were free, because then you were addicted and you'd need to pay. My mind linked these two as one and the same.

From then on, I was all-in on Free and Open-Source Software.

Meanwhile, I'm actively learning and honing my skills as Facebook is growing in popularity. The same skills I'm learning power Facebook. I knew I could build Facebook or build something better. And I tried. Multiple times. And I did it. Multiple times.

Even though I succeeded, I ultimately failed. I learned a lot and the technology was there, but I was missing a key ingredient: Users.

Now understanding the Human-Computer Interaction equation required humans, I decided to lay in wait for when I had just the idea that would attract people. Until then, I'd just work hard and improve my own skills, ready to adapt when the time was right.

Since 2014, I've worked in Silicon Valley, a long time dream of mine since seeing Pirates of the Silicon Valley in my computer repair class in 2004. My role model being Steve Wozniak, the only protagonist in that film.

For the first time in my life, I felt seen here. Saying my go-to introduction of, “I work with computers,” was met with, “yeah, no duh, what languages and tools do you use?” And I'd tell them and they understood me and I understood them.

I had found my tribe, people I could actually speak my language to and discuss all the nerdy things I had repressed during social interactions to not bore my audience.

I believed these were the golden days of open-source, every company was contributing something in some way or another. But one by one dominoes began to fall in my mind. I won't offend you with all of my Hot Takes ™, but these are the two shoes that fell for me to think, “Oh, shit. This ain't it chief.”

  1. Facebook's licensing snafu with React, where they'd revoke your license if you competed with Facebook
  2. Microsoft's purchase of GitHub

The second one namely being a big deal to me from my prior experience of swearing off Microsoft due to their digital drug dealing. My world ended up somewhat shattered, naively I had thought GitHub was the gold standard for FOSS.

This left me thinking, “Do I really need GitHub?”

Realistically, actually no, not at all. By the very nature of git, it's decentralized. I can pretty easily push my code up to any server, it doesn't need to be GitHub.

So why is GitHub valuable to Microsoft?

GitHub is valuable for the same reason Google, Amazon, Facebook, Apple, and Microsoft are valuable. They've got users.

So why do I feel uneasy about all of this?

A decade ago I had a blog on Wordpress. I used RSS, I followed humans and I read their thoughts, their fears, their frustrations, and all alone in the dim light of a glowing monitor, I felt connected to them.

As a professional, I've watched the web grow into this monstrosity that is hostile towards beginners with an incredibly sharp learning curve. Colleagues strove to move fast and break things and they succeeded. “The Platform” is used as an insult. #GAFAM showers us with their blessings and the tools they've created are worshiped.

And I sat idly by as I watched the open web I knew and loved erode, happy to just be collecting my paycheck. And maybe that's okay, maybe there's nothing I could have done, but I'll never know. To quote my mother:

Shoulda, coulda, woulda.

Well, the best time to plant a tree would have been ten years ago for me. The second best time is now.

I've known about the Fediverse, and Secure Scuttlebutt, for quite some time, but never made the switch over. I don't think I'll be able to articulate why, but with my few limited interactions here, I'm already much happier than I was on twitter, my main social media intake.

So here are a few reasons I'm happy to be here:

  1. I'm interacting with humans again! I can comment on posts and get a response. People have blogs and they talk about things they care about.
  2. No algorithms! Twitter enraged me daily, they have a way of finding content to irritate your pet peeves. Tell me HTML isn't a programming language to my face, you cowards!
  3. Decentralization! My favorite part of git applied to to an entire network? Sign me up!

I'm pretty new to the fediverse and I'm looking for community. I'd love to be friends, if you'll accept me. All I ask is we stick together as humans.

Let's not allow ourselves be exploited by technology and the companies that control them ever again, since that is why I have felt so uneasy all these years.


from Rye Meetings

I've never come so close to killing myself before. I had the means to do so tonight. Well, I've had the means to do so for a while, probably ever since I started wearing cinched clothing. But I never realized I had the means until this afternoon.

It almost feels like suicide would be the expected ending in my narrative. If my life up to now were a book, I'm certain that most readers would shrug at this ending. “I could see it coming from Chapter 4,” they would say. The part of my soul that's sensitive and pessimistic, wants to give into this ending.

I always thought the way I'd end up dying (if by suicide) was either through carbon monoxide, hanging, or a chemical concoction of sorts. I suppose what I tried tonight isn't too far off from hanging, but there was no hanging involved.

I experimented with several objects, getting close, but still able to take a breath even if I had to struggle to take it. Then I found the right setting. I felt my face get tingly, the music fade, and my vision start to blur. A part of me felt incredibly victorious that after so many years of inner turmoil, I'd found my own way out.

But then I became concerned with the nature of asphyxiation. Is death from asphyxia certain? With carbon monoxide, the levels have to be just high enough, and your oxygen source restricted just enough. I know with pills, it's always a gamble — death is never guaranteed. Even with hanging, I know it can take more than five minutes to slip into unconsciousness, depending on the circumstances.

With asphyxiation, you can lose consciousness and die within five minutes. I've never been that close.

It was odd. I didn't want to die die in that moment. I just wanted people to really know that I want to die. While I hate people looking at me for a lot of reasons, I want someone to look at me.

I want someone to look at my neck and know: “This person was serious about death.” I think that's all I've ever wanted. For someone to look at my face and not necessarily understand what I've been through, but understand living is not natural for me.

The object is inside my nightstand. Right now truthfully, I feel numb just from the fact that death is literally beside me. All my life is now is a decision. My plan is there. My death has become simple — if I take this route.

It's calming.

#Personal #Monologue


from tmo

There is a nice place in Affton I think I can move to. Still technically S St Louis County. Wouldn't be an invasive move at all. I'm considering it. I would be moving in October. Two months notice would be put in in August. I like to move, but....

...I need somewhere where I can continue to move. Something on a shorter lease, perhaps? Or perhaps just the perfect apartment? If not for the floors where I am at now, this would be that (pseudo) perfect apartment. So, I am not sure.

I want to move. But this is not something I will concern myself with much this evening.


from Dino’s Journal

Have the day off because of a doctor's appointment in the afternoon. Woke up fine. While shaving though, I turned my body slightly to the left and somehow triggered lower back pain. It was pretty bad. It was like my whole lower back tightened up and I couldn't move. And it started to affect my breathing. I had to calm myself down to relax my back muscles. Because dude, I did not want to get stuck in the bathroom with just a towel on. Or have to call 911 for that matter because I couldn't move. But seriously, it hurt pretty bad for awhile.

I weighed 192 lbs. at the doctor's clinic. Fates![1] I need to work on losing weight. Anyway, my blood pressure was normal and I had blood work done. For the blood test that checks your liver and kidneys, you don't have to be fasting. For the cholesterol test though, you have to be in a fasted state.

After my doctor's appointment, we went to my Chiropractor to get my back checked. Always feels great after getting adjusted. And my back felt a lot better too. He also said my left SI joint was off, which is what was causing pain while sitting and while driving.

Davin getting an adjustment

It was also the first time that Davin allowed himself to be adjusted. FYI, when doing adjustments on small kids, there is no popping or forced push going on. The Chiropractor applies pressure and holds it for a set amount of time. Davin was comfortable the whole time.

After the Chiropractor visit, we went to get some food at Chuy's. Davin ate a lot of the chips. Though he didn't want their delicious creamy Jalapeño sauce.

I'm already tracking my food and weight in a separate journal/notebook. I'm thinking I should start tracking my exercises/workouts too. That way, in addition to what I ate, I can also see what exercises I did and how it affected my weight.

Updated my 401K investments. Went with an aggressive 90% stocks and 10% bonds asset distribution. For stocks, I went with VFIAX because it is an S&P 500 index fund and has a super low 0.04% expense ratio. For bonds, I went with VBTLX because it is a total market bond index fund and also has a very low 0.05% expense ratio. The idea to go with these funds came from the book The Simple Path to Wealth, which I reviewed last March.

Note: I wrote down the entries above on my bullet journal, months ago. Had I known that a pandemic was coming and that it was going to crash the stock market, I probably would have chosen a less aggressive asset distribution. But it's done and I'm not gonna waver. If I learned anything from the “The Simple Path to Wealth” book, it's that the stock market always rises back up. I just need to be patient and ride it out.

“Invincible Summer” by Dangerkids is a really good song. Here are the chords to play it:

Verse: Ebm - B - C#
Pre-chorus: B - C#
Chorus: F# - C# - Ebm - B
Bridge: Ebm - F# - C# - B

[1] Fates is an expression I picked up from the book "The Shadow of What Was Lost."

Tags: #JournalEntry


from Separation in the time of coronavirus

How has he, at almost 55 years of age, managed to get through life? I know I've sheltered him for the past 18 years (we met in 2002 and I've taken care of almost all logistics/details of our life since then), but really? How can he not know some fundamentals of his own life? Or know how to figure it out???

Tonight, I'm reading to the kid (Spy School series — we're both enjoying it) and I hear my phone buzzing. I don't answer — I'm reading to my kid. We finish, and I'm trying to get the kid out to brush his teeth and get to bed. It's late.

I open the door, and the soon-to-be ex is hovering. I'm still cajoling the kid (he hates going to bed and is always asking for one more thing — so he doesn't have to leave my room and go to bed), and he continues to hover.

I finally light a fire under the kid and get a breather, and I get hit with “when did we move into X townhouse?” I get not everyone's memory is great. But this was right after we moved to this state. You'd think he'd have a clue roughly when we moved 2300+ miles and roughly when we moved into a place. Or maybe, he'd look at the shared Google calendar (that I've been using for over a decade so we can keep all of our stuff straight) and do a quick look. Yep, I just utilized that nifty search feature that GOOGLE calendar has. I don't see our move-in date. But after a 2-second search, I do see the final apartment walkthrough on there — for when we moved out. Subtract 12 months, and voila you've got the move-in date. Why the hell does he need to send me 2 texts and then hover outside my door? Literally, 2 seconds in our shared calendar and I found the answer. He has the same ability to do that same search.

I just suggested he rent a place that has all the utilities included — in part because I fear he'd have the electric turned off on him for forgetting to pay the bill. Seriously. He almost got scammed when looking at a place 2 days ago. I'm doing internet research for his rentals. I sent him 5 rental listings recently. He went to see 2 and wondered how I knew about them. I had to remind him that I was the one who sent him the listings. And why do I do this? Well, he's busy lying to me about where he's going (in a pandemic), and he's lying about other stuff. Oh, yeah, and he hasn't been bringing much to the table, other than frustrations and financial resources. And the main reason I'm helping him find a place? I don't trust that he'll not do something stupid — and we'll all be paying for some mistake/bad choice (like getting scammed or committing to a more expensive place or whatever). The frustrating thing? He's not an idiot. But he plays one in this house. I just want him OUT. Without causing us to file for bankruptcy.

And again, I ask myself, what did he bring to this marriage? You've read about women shouldering the mental load in heterosexual marriages? Yep. That's been my last 18 years. Well, with the exception of a few things in the past few years where I just don't do some things anymore. I wait until he's so disgusted, he finally does something about it. I consider it partial compensation for the initial 15 years. Of course, I pay for it by having to play “Where's Waldo?” while cooking, just to find something he's put away in a new place, or pulling dirty bowls and utensils out of the cabinets because he does a half-assed job at whatever I've refused to do.

Ok, now it's time to sleep — because guess who's grocery shopping for everyone at 7 am?


from tmo

Filed under #latenight #foodie

Every time the subject comes up (that is, every time I think about it), I am ready to move the hell on from this apartment and find somewhere new, better. The bathroom sink leaks just a little bit, but the rest of the apartment has warped floors, like, every inch of them squeak / pop / bend / crack at every footstep. The kitchen sink cabinet got backup up at least one time and they replaced the bottom of it with hunk of plywood. Trash apartment.

Then I made dinner as I was ruminating on where I could possibly move. Spaghetti (quick, easy, cheap, I thought), but it turned out either too soft, or maybe I was just not in the mood for it, but I pitched it. Made cheese tortellini, instead. Sick of the same meals over and over again and need to do some serious grocery shopping on Monday, and I will!

Gonna look into those apartment off Meramec Bottom Road, again. See if they have units available since they just completed a new block of them.

More on this later.


from katelovesorange

i dont know what todays shit show will bring. the house is going to be listed soon and i have to start to pack up. i hate the thought of moving yet again. i am tired of moving. and i have to get rid of more stuff. i had started to get rid of things but no where to send it yet. i found out yesterday that value village is back open. so i guess it can go there. and it means i will have to start driving ready or not.

so now as i decide what to get rid of which is really hard i wonder every minute what will happen to me. seems i have been tossed aside without a second thought. i was putting things in a box and brent says i should take a picture and try and sell online. and all i am thinking is that is a ton of work over something i will probably get frustrated over and quit anyhow. and there is what do i do with the birds. do i let them go and hope for the best? or do they go to freezer camp for a guy we know who has a hawk and needs food i have no clue on what to do...i feel like i am on the shit side of the merry go round.

i am looking for an apt now. its hard. during a pandemic there is not much out there. what i want and what i get are 2 different things. what i wanted was to live in my house till i died what i got was you have to move again cause your man is a fuck up.


from Separation in the time of coronavirus

And he's bemoaning finances. Now... we have a fair amount of debt (out fault), but he's, for years, kept money that I've never seen (at minimum just shy of $10k a year).

Tonight, he tried to tell me that is biweekly take home was almost $400 less than what it was in January of this year. He's had no paycuts or changes to his job, despite the pandemic.

I asked what the money was coming in. Not taxes, not anything — what's the actual amount that gets deposited (we have separate checking accounts for this) from his job. And he had to the nerve to give me a very specific amount that was $372 less than what it was in January. I know what it was in January because I anticipated this — and pulled down all of his paystub amounts for the past 2 years. And a copy of his most recent, full, paystub.

He insisted that it was that low. Then, he amended with “I'm putting some away for a deposit on a place.” I had to counter with... “that's not what I asked.”

Sigh. I just pushed him to tell me the amount — after pointing out I knew what the amounts had been for the past 2 years — and that I'd put it in a spreadsheet for both of us to view. And that it was quite a bit higher than what he was telling me now.

After he went back down to “look at the numbers,” he came back with an amount that's $84 less than the January number I had — which is possible because of tax changes and insurance changes and 401k contribution changes. Though, I'll still need to see it in the form of the online paystub before I truly believe it.

So. This is why I always have doubts. Is he trying to lie and pull one over on me? Or is he so clueless that he has no idea how much money he gets paid every 2 weeks? To the tune of being wrong by about $300 — and insisting he's right when he gives me that number — when he's wrong — by $300?

Jesus. And this is an “amicable” separation? I was 2 minutes away from demanding his work login info, and/or threatening to start shit with lawyers if I couldn't even get him to give me accurate info on how much his take home pay was. After we just talked like adults and went over the pros and cons of the latest place he looked at, reviewed photos and went over all the bills he'd need to cover. WTF? I swear... it's the most subtle gaslighting. Insisting I don't know something that I, in fact, do know. I am sooooooooooo glad I prepared for all this and got copies of all this, long before telling him I was done. Sigh.


from Hummingcrow & Co.

Kate 5.28.20 | Adventures in Illness: Comic from 2017

ovarian cyst comic

I recently came across this darkly-humoured comic while sorting through piles of old drawings. I sketched it 3 years ago on this very day, while dealing with the physical and emotional discomfort & precariousness of having a football-sized ovarian cyst (benign, luckily) that continued to grow while I waited for my surgery date. The nurses told me the size of it was comparable to a 6-month pregnancy— so that answers the first question in the comic! The scenario in the comic didn't actually happen to me— no, I didn't relay that disturbing response to a nosey old lady (unfortunately). However, I remembered that my mum had had a similar experience to the one in this comic when she was suffering from a large fibroid pushing on her insides: apparently, while she was out grocery shopping a lady came up to her—with a big smile, pointing at her mid-region—saying, “Oh how wonderful— when are you expecting?” I am still appalled by the fact that people actually do that sort of thing. Anyhow, you can imagine how annoying that must have been to deal with. So I think this comic was a sort of preparation of how I would respond to such a question in a way that might allow the asker to think twice next time they feel inclined to gesture at a stranger's belly.

In our first conversation over tea, Seán and I struck chords with each other through talking about and listening to our respective past and current health challenges. I hadn't remembered talking with anyone that deeply about my health experiences before. It was both challenging and therapeutic, and once the flood gates were open, it was difficult not to go down the rabbit hole of memories, which I'm sure we each did our fair share of.

My experience with the ovarian cyst was definitely one of those that forces one to slow down in all aspects of one's life. It's easy to forget the lessons one learns through illness if one fully recovers. It's less work to just return to the default “old normal”, to get lost again in the busyness of social and work catch-up and continue old habits that were unhelpful before the illness—and that, in some cases, may have contributed to causing the illness in the first place. Reflection before, during and after recovery is essential to making healthy changes, and offers an opportunity to begin again, think about what is best for you, and create new rhythms and priorities. It's work, but it's good work. I was a little late in doing my post-recovery work, but I'm grateful that I received another opportunity to reflect in quiet stillness when I moved to the Hill.


from g a n z e e r . t o d a y

Keto diet out the window with today's lox, arugula, and cream cheese on bread, because if you're gonna have lox and cream cheese, well then you gotta have it on some form of bread.

Inbox has climbed up to 20, but I should have that taken care of by the weekend.

Wrapped up this week's worth of inking, and reminded myself why inking supplies should never be left anywhere near computer stuff.



from Now Listening to...

Separate me from my own two hands, I've killed so many times But I can't save the world from the creatures that don't die.

I kinda like the way you tell me, “Baby, please come home, I need you here right now, I'm crying underwater so you don't hear the sound.

Burst into flames Scream in the dark I'm gonna light up this place And I will be the only light I'll be the only light

Those lyrics are so good! That's why I Love Pierce The Veil.



Join the writers on

Start writing or create a blog