RIP Art B., host of paranormal radio show "Coast to Coast AM." As an insomniac kid, I would play his show on my clock radio for hours—10pm to 1am most nights.
That much UFO and ghost talk for that long should grow a paranoid fantasist, but in an unusual way, it taught critical thinking, imagination, and compassion for misfits and wackos.
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My brain: No functional ability to think of my childhood with any clarity or accuracy, all is a poor imitation in a mirror, through a glass darkly.
Also my brain: Vivid flashbacks to Link cooking various fruits and climbing unimportant rocks, floor plan and layout of Calamity Ganon’s lair.
instantiation back, who dis?
Months away, tons of UX/UI additions and modifications, but Mastodon still won't fill up that dang fifth column.
I am now a totally unironic fan of both Black Sabbath and pumping iron, Oulipals.
On this calm, rainy Sunday morning, I'm cranking "War Pigs" and blasting my quads with 5RM squats.
(I stood in its path of totality amid cowboys and honky-tonks)
I did go watch that historic solar occlusion in Music City, TN. What a dramatic sight!
I wish I could say I was working on a brilliant magnum opus, but I was actually mostly playing round upon round of Splatoon 2.
All caught up. I was worrying about falling out of sync with cool fads, fashions, and posting traditions, but looks flagfucking is still #1. I 💖 all of you so much.
Hang on, a million stars incoming for your Q2/Q3 2017 toots...
I took a months-long sabbatical, but I'm back on that toot grind, Oulipals.