…and Joseph was grieved and commanded his mother, saying: Let him not forth without the door, for all they die that provoke him to wrath.

Suddenly, my daughter’s chair throwing phase doesn’t seem so bad.

Thanks for posting about this. It was a fun rabbit hole.

Yeah that’s what I thought. It switches right after and paused for a long time, like it had a new prompt.

Took the family out to the Korean joint last night. Daughter varies wildly on what she’s willing to eat, but she cleaned out a whole plate of spicy pickles and ate half her meal. I had the spicy pork, which might be the best meal in town (subjective.) I’m only kind of regretting it this morning.

I’ve spent the last three weeks helping to put out vibe coding fires and am dead inside. Going to go play Magic over lunch to decompress a little.

Hashbrowns courtesy of the Blair Witch.

I saw him at the gorge around when he dropped Thrift Shop. I’d definitely see him again.

I’ve never had the opportunity to see Ed Sheeran, largely because I’ve never sought out the opportunity to see Ed Sheeran.

Big Dictionary Energy

Oh! He’s the one that did the Perseus sculpture that gave me nightmares when I was six. That’s neat.

I was in Philadelphia getting ready to fly home after visiting my parents. I remember two things: hearing the all circuits busy tone on every phone I tried, and thinking “they can’t ground every plane! I should still try to get to the airport” because my parents are insane and I wanted to leave.

Ended up driving cross country instead.

Flashback to the year my friends and I dressed as Klingons for a fundraiser and I forgot to learn the language or literally anything beyond stuff Worf did. So I just walked around roaring “DO YOU WANT TO LISTEN TO YACHT ROCK WITH ME” at anyone that looked like they wanted to test my Klingon knowledge.

Am I arguing with a high schooler?

Or a bot. “The only difference was presentation.” is a gemini-assed thing to say.

I bought three limes over the weekend. Made daiquiris for myself and my wife last night with one of them. I still have two, along with two lilikoi (passionfruit), so I can make different daiquiris tonight. I’m weirdly excited about this.

I’d be fine with a small monument of him blowing Bill Clinton.

Thanks. I never needed to see Simon Cowell’s murderin’ face but I guess I’ve seen it now. That’s cool.

A long time ago, my then-scrum master pitched an idea to us: ID badges with little microphones. The microphones wouldn’t record anything, but they’d constantly monitor the ambient noise to see if we were having the kind of excited, buzzy conversations that signaled innovation. Once we had them, we could tune our days to maximize innovation.

I was brand new at the company but I told him that everyone was trying to catch lightning in a bottle, but nobody was willing to build a fucking battery. Then I told him the day we adopted that policy, I’d hand in my resignation. It never came up again.

Motherfuckers will try anything and they always have.

I bought a Medeco lock and a random grab-bag of other locks online a few weeks ago because I’m tired of re-picking all of mine. The package sat in Spokane for two weeks, teleported here over night, and has been stuck at “arrived at USPS center” since 1 AM. It’s supposed to be here by 9 PM. Either they didn’t spring for the good tracking or it’s sitting in some random van. The uncertainty is killing me.

If they knock: a polite “I’ll be out in a moment”

If they bust in like some kind of shitting Kool-Aid man: a cheerful “HOWDY!” with sustained eye contact.

This, but tactile.

I hate them for the same reason I hate Chick-Fil-A: they can’t fucking spell and their mascots bother me on a fundamental level. Every other awful thing is just confirmation that I’ve made the right decision.

Borrow implies that he’ll return a cup of his own goo later.

There’s the added fact that I do like video games, and watching youtube a lot on things I like. The image of an adult at home engaging in these things looks really bad to some people.

I’m in my 40s. My wife is in her 40s. We have a kid. We’re paying off a mortgage on a house. Last night, I played Mina the Hollower on my laptop and my wife watched youtube videos. Don’t feel bad about that stuff. They’re generational interests, not a symbol of immaturity. Nursing homes are gonna have gameboys and true crime hour in the lunch room in a few decades.

Muy cousins, aunts, and uncles are all well-to-do. They own businesses. Multiple properties. Huge cirlces of friends. Maybe not all of them, but there is a lot of money in my extended family. And then theres me. I won’t be anything most people would consider special. I’m just here until I’m not here.

And you only see what’s happening on the outside. I can mostly pass in the real world. I don’t live with my parents because home life was awful growing up. It’s a long story, but I started college early so I could get away from it. I had a nervous breakdown my senior year. I joined the workforce before I could drink and had no social skills. It was hell.

Everything I am now came from those years, and from doing everything every wrong way first. I’m finally starting to untangle the massive amount of trauma my parents inflicted on me, and the massive amount of trauma I inflicted on myself to get away from them. I’m autistic, I have ADHD, and I spent decades feeling like a weirdo and a moron. I’ve got a decent life now and a therapist, but in hindsight I wish I’d done things differently.

So the next time someone makes you feel bad about your life, think about this: I did everything I was supposed to do and life was unbearable. You’ve got stable housing, you’re contributing to the family, and you have hobbies.

I don’t want much in life. I don’t want a lot of money. I tend to reject the hustle and bustle. I just want to know I was the best person I could be with what I had available.

At the end of the day, that’s all anyone can be. You sound like a good person and you sound like you have a good life. Don’t let other people tell you otherwise.