I am terrified of flying. But. I kinda really want to do a flight in a fighter jet and experience the crazy G forces. I know I’d pass out, and a flight in a fighter jet is probably something I will never have a chance to do, but how fucking cool of an experience would that be??
Month: April 2024
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An itch is a type of pain.
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Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.
Where does the word “jot” even come from, and how did it come to mean anything having to do with writing?
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In case no one noticed, today’s date is an ambigram of sorts. So, that’s one spiffy thing about a random Monday…
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Someone told me once, “Tomorrow is the only way the future is born.”
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When you hear a bunch of different birds singing in your yard, it is not at all like the nerve grating sound of people talking over each other. It is beautiful. People need to learn to be more like birds.
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Wow. I just saw a random thing on FB, and I seriously wonder. It was a black background, and the text was simply, “Imagine someone listening to a song and thinking of you.”
Seriously, mind blown.
I never even considered that. I mean, I have songs that remind me of lots of people, in so many different ways. But I never really thought that I might have had the same type of impact on anyone else. That they would associate something so personal and intimate as a song with me, good or bad. I just. I never considered that as a possibility.
I’m not sure what to do with this…
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If I am in the passing lane on the highway, actively passing someone (or, in the case today, several someones) while doing 10-15mph over the speed limit, getting right up on my ass so I can’t even see your headlights in my rear-view mirror will *not* make me go faster. In fact, if I can do so safely, I will slow down a little until I get past the other cars and immediately speed up to block you from passing me on the right, or at least make it more difficult for you. Because… yeah, that’s how I treat rude fuckers.
And yes, I realize that it could have been an emergency or something, but if so, flash your high beams, beep, do something to indicate that there is honestly something urgent, and not just you being an impatient fucker with a speeding problem. Don’t be a dickhead.
Rant over. Thank you for your time.
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Music is fucking beautiful. Just sayin.
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I have a post on my about me page about how I define being an asshole. I realized today that like anything else, this definition is relative, and I would like to provide some clarity on that.
If I refer to you as an asshole with a straight face and either an ice cold or a heated gaze – you’re an asshole in my book, and essentially, a shit human being. If, however, I call you an asshole with a smile on my face that reaches my eyes, and/or am laughing, that may be a different situation.
For example, earlier today, I had a banter filled conversation with a friend of mine. At one point, he says to me, “Hey, don’t fuck this up!” and I responded with, “Yeah, I try to make a habit of not fucking things up, but thanks for the advice, asshole!”
This guy is anything but an asshole, but the good-natured back and forth digs made us both smile and alleviated some stress from the day. Again, everything is relative.
Just wanted to clarify that sometimes I call someone an asshole, and I love them dearly and am just fucking with them. Other times, I truly mean that the person in question is no better than the dog shit that I avoid in the back yard. Context matters.
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 