After a couple months of checking Mastodon daily, I'm not feeling the love or, for that matter, the hate. Twitter feels ruined now, but it was always at least a little bad. Maybe that was part of its attraction, and what made it easy to have strong feelings about. It's harder to have strong feelings about a juice bar than a dive.

My commuter bike has everything I need, and I use every part of it: racks, basket, fenders, lighting, gearing, lockage, big tires, bell. As a result, it weighs upwards of 30lbs. It rides heavy, and every couple of weeks I jack up my shoulder carrying it up the stairs. All that usefulness weighs us both down. In outfitting it to do everything I need it to do, I seem to have lost something bicyclish about it. I feel torn between the security of having it all, and the freedom of having just enough.

Run the miles, eat the crullers. That's how it's supposed to work, right?

I don't know which surprises me more: the UFO shootdown, or the absence of Dark Brandon laser eyes UFO shootdown jpgs.

Ridiculous that the richest and most powerful nation on earth lacks ultra-high-altitude-capable, pincer-jaw-equipped hovering aircraft capable of affecting non-destructive landings of the lighter-than-air surveillance systems of foreign superpowers.

Hendrix in my left ear, hold music in my right.

tfw your favorite pizza place is going out of business, so you order delivery for old times' sake, and it arrives late and cold, a representative experience tbh.

The cat yakked on the rug, and the dogs, who were waiting for their supper, ate it hot for an amuse bouche. I am leaving now and maybe never coming back.

I'll never understand why, when it rains, NYC drivers act like they're the ones out in the cold and wet, scurrying for cover.

Low-key convinced that the most pleasurable thing one can do with an iPhone is to remove a wad of lint from its Lightning port with a toothpick.