Special thanks to this piece of crap bricking two Blu-ray players (I tried separate power plugs to it, turns out the device just overcharges the player no matter what) in my pursuit for proper 5.1 sound on my surround system.

These streaks of gross substance have stayed outside my bedroom for weeks. No way to clean until the window cleaners run the outside of building once every three months. I always chalked it up to people depositing trash out the windows of this part hotel and the trash falling out the bag and food running down (it's a thing in skyscrapers, easier for shitty people to drop trash out a window then walk out in the hall for the rubbish chute) , but today, on my last day here, I realised the spread pattern is probably a drunk hotel guest a floor above who vomited out the window.

I'm so keen for that 2000 page book on behind the scenes stuff for The Shining but it costs over $2200 and there's only 1000 copies available. Here's hoping Taschen puts out a standard hardcover after...

My mother ignored the psychologist saying I might have aspergers and never told me about it. Rough to read things like this knowing that my mother wanted me to remain 'normal' instead of getting me help. Took me 20 years after to find out I had autism and now I'm having to reassess my whole perspective at 32. I see all this stuff now and just feel sad at what should've been.

Big water dragon hanging out!