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Enough reviews, enough weeknotes, enough listicles, enough chores.

Here's a full on #ramble from yours truly that makes no sense and I'm happy with it, featuring Rocky (the movie), just #writing because I can

https://joelchrono.xyz/blog/uninspired-writing-ramble/

This is day 85 of #100DaysToOffload

Good morning. 🌅🌤️🌦️

21 June 2026

I hear the rain a‑coming again this morning, rolling in the same way it did yesterday and the day before. I haven’t seen a proper sunrise in so long it feels like something out of a Johnny Cash song — and yes, I borrowed a few words from Folsom Prison Blues, but the mood fits. Gray skies, steady rain, and that feeling of being stuck in the same weather loop.

We had plans to drive down to the Sabine Wildlife Refuge today, but the rain has other ideas. So that trip will have to wait for a clearer morning. In the meantime, I’ll just say “see ya later, alligator,” which is fitting enough since there are plenty of those down there. No crocodiles, though — Louisiana keeps things interesting, but not that interesting.

Speaking of crocs, I still don’t understand how those shoes became a fashion statement. I guess they’re no worse than flip‑flops, and people swear they’re comfortable. They do look convenient — slip in, shuffle out — but they seem like the kind of footwear you choose on a day when running is not on the agenda. Definitely not something you’d want to wear while wandering around a bayou.

And that brings me to the beach. One of the great things about going is the sand, and one of the worst things about going is… also the sand. Warm sand is wonderful to sink into, but it also finds its way into every pocket, shoe, and crevice you didn’t know you had. Flip‑flops are practically the uniform down there; I wore them myself back in the day. But once sand works its way between your toes and under that little strap, it becomes a slow, gritty torture device. Frequent rinsing becomes part of the journey if you’re walking any distance.

So here I am, listening to the rain, thinking about alligators, crocs, flip‑flops, and sand.

“I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try.” — J.B. Priestley

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50 lives ago, I was jealous of her, but now it seems like I dodged a bullet…

When I was 14 and had just started going in and out of the recording studio, an artist named Sarah Jaffe in the DFW area where I was born and raised was starting to get big on the local scene.

Being the teenager bursting with insane, almost suicidal ambition that I was, I wished so badly that that could be me somehow. I had just released my debut extended play, Sweet Pea, that year, and even though everyone who heard it loved it, it really never sold outside of my friends and family that I know of.

I felt like I had failed. I craved all of the attention that my family didn’t give me, and witnessing Sarah Jaffe’s rise to prominence filled me with a secret envy. We were from the same place, we both wrote music, we both had professionally recorded work, we both played live when we could. What was I missing? Why wasn’t I getting noticed outside of my social circle?

Don’t get me wrong, I loved her music – I still do. This is intended to be more of a reflection of my emotional state at that time than any kind of a dig at her. That’s part of why I think it got to me so bad. I legitimately enjoyed what she created. I just wanted what she had, as well. I played her song “Clementine” on repeat regularly throughout my teens, as I deeply related to it. I wished I could be “more delicate”, as she put it, as I was so intense and driven that it frightened many of my teenage suitors away, with the exception of my future first husband, who was taken with my intensity and drive when we first met at 14 and 15 respectively, although he would not admit it until many years later.

When she released an alternate version of “Clementine” on her album The Way Sound Leaves a Room a few years later that was stripped back to nothing but piano, her voice, and haunting backing vocals, I fell in love with it even more deeply. For the first time, it felt like I truly understood and felt the song’s essence, as I often do when artists release extremely scaled back versions of their music. By that time I had also fallen in love with her song “Mannequin Woman” and started teaching myself music production when my longtime producer ditched me, got a publishing deal, and made off for Los Angeles and stopped returning my calls, taking the rights to Sweet Pea in the process.

I also worked through my envy over the years as I realized that I didn’t really want to be famous, as attention scared me just as badly as I craved it. Getting recognized on the street when I was gigging around Mormon college scared me about as straight as I’ll ever be, although I kept songwriting. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop, even though I go through a lot of dry spells nowadays.

And then in 2024, as news of the Diddy scandal broke, I worked through the rest of my envy as I realized that I probably dodged a bullet by not becoming famous as a teenager. I had had a shitty enough time growing up with a highly controlling mother. I don’t think that, had my singing or songwriting career progressed any further than it did at the time, I would have fared any better at the hands of industry executives, and I learned an early lesson to trust nobody with the rights to my music when my producer left without any real trace. He’d likely been an anomaly, as well, by treating me as an equal collaborator when we recorded Sweet Pea, and not trying to change things too much unless I requested he do so.

So, in summary… I still love Sarah Jaffe’s music. I don’t have any envy towards her anymore. I was an overly ambitious, precocious kid who also knew nothing about what I would have been getting myself into had things progressed. And honestly, now that I’m 29, I relate to these lyrics from “Clementine” even more.

“We were young,
We were young,
We were young, we didn’t care
Is it gone
Oh it’s gone
Oh it’s floating in the air?
I changed my mind
I changed my mind
How I feel indifferent
All that time, wasted
I wish I was a little more delicate”

-Allēna

IT Naming Conventions…

https://proe.whimm.ing/it-naming-convention/

Owning/ Maintaining a structure is Inate

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@kylieneko.bsky.social @kylieneko

Markdown, how I missed thee. For MFM is not "Misskey Flavored Markdown", but "Markup language for Misskey"; I guess MLM was taken. Also, posting boxes the size of the rambles that are my wont to make. I'd been putting off trying out wafrn for a bit because I saw it announced juuuuust afters I had already gotten going on Sharkey.

And tags as tags, properly tags, separate from the post itself, huzzah. And tags with spaces in! Okay I can do both of those on pillowfort and tumblr, but not on any of the I Can't Believe It's Not Twitters.

Also I see I can do some css crimes, but my favorite text gradient trick does not appear to have all the bits required to pull it off on the allow list if I'm reading the code right. Oh well I'll can fake it the way I do in other apps. But I promise to only be gay and do css crimes if it's funny and if this works the way I hope it will. Otherwise yes I recognize it sucks for screenreaders and such. Presumably gets flattened for federation, another reason I want a post like this that's just playing around to see how that do.

I'm not doing any migration actions right away, so my @kylieneko will remain active as well as my original @kylieneko.bsky.social though that one might just start boosting posts from here I dunno I'll'a see what happens as I do things and whatnots.

The internet we love is made by Artists!

https://proe.whimm.ing/the-internet-we-love-is-made-by-artists/

Spring in Denmark | The Yellow Fields & A Pipe

https://makertube.net/w/oKyLWGKb5UBMAUSJrNajDY

Sweet land of Liberty 🗽

https://proe.whimm.ing/sweet-land-of-liberty-%f0%9f%97%bd/

Happy Friday

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