at my first job I restructured our messageboard so that different groups of readers would have to cross paths and participate in the same conversations and people literally wanted me to die

oh yeah, sorry, it's a leak from another conversation. I briefly held a job where I was tasked with filing media into a categorical taxonomy, and I somatically froze because by then I'd gotten too used to using "tags." I suggested to Leena that this related to having a structurally unsound worldview

ehhhhh for me my struggle is less to do with organizing an essay into a legible hierarchical taxonomy, more to do with speaking very carefully—like, a pathological narrative didn't *shift* onto me, it *copied* onto me, very different—and also, just, what is good to talk about vs what's not helpful

I love mess

I'm not even that big of a fan of House of Leaves itself, but I do love an apparent narrative and a metanarrative (the actual narrative), and I like when they disconnect and are dissonant, or reconnect and run parallel, and also footnotes are inherently funny and they get funnier the longer they get

Ok, that's the end of messing around with it. I added an additional footnote about comphet and self-integration that was missing before. Now that I know how to insert line breaks into a footnote in Markdown, I will be a complete menace. Everything is getting House-of-Leaves'd now

ugh I keep picking at this, overediting it, because it still isn't quite right

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If they aren’t going away, then they are not flaws, they are traits and potential strengths

INTERESTINGLY we were discussing dwelling on our own alt histories—her through the lens of regret, me through the lens of gratitude—and we were BOTH inspired to start writing fictions about ourselves, which is v funny, and I suggested that the line from regret to gratitude is just a perfect circle

lol, last night I was telling a friend that, for as much as we talk about our “highest self,” I constantly worry about what my “lowest self” might be getting into on a simultaneous alt-timeline. But every fiction novel is a quantum reality, monkeys on typewriters, so Evil Alan is fiction you’re fine

I’m at the exact stage of my development cycle where I’m teasing through toxic masculinity (I also have it, no need to be shy around me, lol), comparing it to my ideals of healthy masculinity, noticing which “dark” traits are just *traits*—tools and lifehacks that can be used one way or the other

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ooh, now you’re onto something

maybe my writing is so good it will cure all the Nazis there of their Nazism

Co—Star - Your Day at a Glance: “Dom yourself into being more confident”

lol, lmao

the people cry out for healthy dad energy

I don’t know what The Lurgs are but now I wish that were the name of my Tomodachi Life island

so you’re saying Tom Kha with chicken is fine

this is far too poetic to have to suffer the indignity of my three or four funnyish replies

oh what a nice thought

please steep my body in a cauldron of Tom Kha and then pour me out into the ocean. I don’t know how you will do that or whether it will harm any sea creatures, but it is my wish. Not my dying wish, my actual current wish

Chuck E Cheese all over again!! That’s where you’ll never find me!! Not without latex gloves and a wetsuit and snorkel mask anyway

I was already sick when the CDC put out a release but good god I knew it was coming. We sat down and I said “jeez this place is really popular with kids and babies, huh,” and the child looked around at all the families and said “…I guess so?” and I just thought “I’m toast”

According to the CDC there is a massive uptick in rotavirus right now; do not, I repeat, do NOT take a small child to Dairy Queen

oh my GOD my best friend left Tom Kha and a box of rice and Gatorade outside my door and I’m so grateful I will probably cry the rest of the day

It’s inaccurate to say Mario is brave and Luigi is cowardly

Luigi is afraid of death, so he runs away from danger. Mario is afraid of living, so he runs towards death. Both brothers are cowards in their own way

I mean, Passkeys are hypothetically supposed to be physical devices, introducing a *lot* of friction—the same security concept as a burglar passing up a “hard” house. It’s the fact that Apple’s DO work now (whereas using a yubikey with an iPhone is now tedious and often fails) that really bothers me

Counterpoint: the best genre of video game is the ones where you can go behind the waterfall

Also I’m not, like, up late ruminating on this, I’m just currently sick as shit