I feel like Mclusky and Future of the Left pack a lot into their lyrics that I just have no background to understand, and so I just love the lyrics superficially.

I welcome anyone to pick any FotL song and give me some context. I am less familiar with Mclusky, but I'd be happy to get some meaning behind Undress for Success.

And look, I know it's probably posted somewhere on the internet, but I'd rather it be a bit of a conversation. I don't get to talk about my weird music in person anymore.

Listened to a song that featured Brandon Boyd (Glitching Prisms by Night Verses), and dude sounds *different* these days. I haven't intentionally listened to Incubus in over 10 years, but it's neat to hear something fresh from him.

Night Verses started out as an instrumental band, started making albums when they added a singer to the lineup, and then went back to being an instrumental band. They have a really cool ambient prog-metal sound that pairs really well with Boyd's floatier techniques.

Are software errors becoming part of dark patterns? Lately, error pages seem to show up when I'm doing something that I know the company I'm dealing with doesn't want.

I've tried to submit a health insurance claim for days, and I get all the way though the process to get the same error (it's not working and will be fixed soon.)

My phone just asked if I want it to (continue to) go through my personal stuff on behalf of my voice assistant. When I tapped "disable", I got a 403 error...

Y'all are lucky you're not physically near me right now.

I'm in a super weird way where I think I'm fucking hilarious, and I guarantee that I'm *way* more entertained than you would be.

That said, if you were in my head right now, you'd probably agree. My shit is on point! I just can't communicate properly.

(Even this toot: I probably sound like an asshole, but I'm just feeling my goofy self after like 10 days of bleak misery. Yay, me! If you had a good day, yay, you, too!)

I've thought about this for a while, and I can honestly say:

If you were a worm when we met, no. If you became a worm much, much later, though...

Can it be enough that I *want* to say yes?

I think of Charlie Kelly trying his first pair damn near every time I pick a sticker off of any piece of produce.

If you ever see me, somehow, in a private moment, smiling to myself as I prepare to chop a bell pepper or chomp an apple, you will know what I see in my mind's eye.

TIL that the Beach Boys don't know how to pronounce Barbara.

(I don't know what the hell I even thought they were saying...)