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Cake day: February 2nd, 2026

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  • When used correctly drones do what paratrooper used to do, create pressure and chaos a distance away from the main fight in areas that are supposed to be safe. This prevents the enemy from concentrating on you even if the drones by themselves won’t win the thing, kind of like throwing a beehive at someone you’re in a fight with and now he has to worry about you as a primary threat but can’t ignore the bees or they become a cumulative exhausting threat.

    Don’t worry, our leadership has fired anyone capable of understanding how to use our weapons the way they’re supposed to be used so now we’re going to follow the Russian route of ‘just throw it all at the enemy to make room for more stuff to throw at the enemy’ because the point is not to win but to grift the military budget.



  • Sometimes if it’s really bad and I’m on day 3 of a song and it has gotten annoying I’ll have to intentionally corrupt the hook that keeps retriggering in my head. It’s usually one or two notes that keep springing in and then the rest of the song triggers and starts flowing. When I catch the trigger in my head I grab it and intentionally start imagining that little hooky snip, not the whole song but just two or three annoying notes of it, and loop them until there’s another association leading me out of the trigger other than simply leaping back into the song again.

    I say to music brain this is you this is what you sound like, and music brain gets grumpy so I finally get some peace.










  • I quit four years ago. Before I could bring myself to throw out my booze I would stomp around and yell at it like it was the fault of the liquid for being so yummy. For several years I had dreams in which I was enjoying a beer or a whiskey of some kind, then realized with horror that I was not supposed to be drinking and had ruined all my progress by being thoughtless, but then I would wake up and feel such a huge amount of relief sometimes I had to make sure it wasn’t a real shameful memory of some kind. Yesterday I broke an egg in my coat pocket while bringing it in from the coop and I joked to my wife that my coat was now just a couple ingredients short of a whiskey sour. Then I could not stop imagining the flavor of a whiskey sour with the feel of alcohol and feeling completely nauseated for a good ten minutes after.

    Spent twenty years sucking it down but I broke free. Now I don’t care about the price of booze or my supply of it, I don’t get annoyed when I’m the only one with a beer at a party. No more over-doing it and being useless all afternoon. No more $25 stadium beers! No more bottles of ‘apple juice’. Vodka in a water bottle to enjoy the fair. All in the bin, all long gone. I wouldn’t even be thinking about it now if I hadn’t broken the egg and made that joke.