My ex-wife would shoot you back so hard that you think fingering is interesting porn.

Oddly, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve ceased enjoying internet porn. Maybe it’s shooting it myself years ago, but, like: Why would you want random people you’ll never meet? I don’t get the industry as a whole … like, yeah, people liked my wife, but where does that get you?

How fucking delightful.

Hell, I have no way of getting data off a 3.5" floppy!

I doubt it was the microwave situation. One does that once. In college. On the floor kitchen because even though you have your own, this experiment is worth doing in public.

I mean, I’ve been published several hundred times. Just not a full book yet.

Kleenex and Band-Aid are still going strong …

Thank you, sir!

Life is sometimes stranger than fiction.

Quick folo: A friend brought by another battery that seems to charge just fine, but I can’t speak to more than a day of that, given that I did not wake up in my van today. It is very strange to be surrounded by nostalgia while my ex-wife finishes her shift.

I take the specific view that inadvertent phrasing of three words or less has repeatedly changed my life. Three is actually really excessive. One usually does the job; I only had to go to three once.

But then again, I’m a writer. Oh, I sure as shit wasn’t the first time, but this is where serendipity cones into play. You know what you have to say without even thinking about it.

Oh, it always gets worse with these surveillance companies. Also good to bear in mind this is the tip of the iceberg.

What matters the most is not the words within an utterance, but the discourse conveyed by that utterance. [Translation: how you say it matters less than what you say.]

Under certain circumstances. How you say things in work and personal settings such as dating can absolutely affect outcomes.

Looks like a nice kit. I was holding out for 6400 before everything fell apart. G.Skill has been solid for me in the past.

What timings?

While I appreciate the offer, I’m currently awaiting a small inheritance that could provide a temporary reprieve. Unfortunately, services around here demand you find a wildly corrupt version of Jesus first.

I guess you didn’t get the memo that modern “Christianity” is about making money and looking down on others. I’d look up the exact chapter and verse, but as it doesn’t exist, not much one can do.

Sure, but contrarian investment and bets are built into the system. Everyone wants to think they’re the genius.

This week has been … trying. My electrical system failed twice in my van, and I don’t trust it to survive the night (luckily, I have good bedding that should negate the need to risk heat tonight). But it’s only 17.00 and I’m already down to 25.3V.

Which sounds fine for a 24V system but is actually scarily low, as nominal for LFP is 25.6V, and things tend to go sideways below that.

I continue dealing with the fallout from Pop’s death, and the seemingly solidified plan to visit my ex-wife for a couple of days, starting tomorrow? Yeah, she’s being a bit flighty about the offer holding.

I essentially wake up each morning wondering what’s going to go wrong today.

But I also remember times when this was not the case. Being constantly on edge is ageing me.