Category: Random

Such a chore…

December 18th, 2025

I’m coming to realize that i think of sitting down to a real meal with full sized plates and multiple utensils as nothing but a chore.

Seriously.

If i can get quality sustenance via grabbing snacks, why wouldn’t i do that? That literally gives me one cooking mess to clean up for the week rather than one every fucking day. I do a small variety of snacks so that i can have choices during the week depending on my mood. And, i get to have that extra 30-45 minutes every night to do whatever the fuck i want, not something that is strictly a requirement of living. Plus, if i’m in the middle of something at dinner time, i don’t have to stop what i’m doing for more than 3 minutes to grab a snack.

This makes so much sense to me, and now that i’ve seen this idea, i can’t unsee it and i wonder why the hell i never saw it before… It’s really the foundation for a killer routine to support how my brain operates.
falling flat…

December 12th, 2025

I haven’t had soda in quite a while, but recently got a couple of bottles – 1 coke, 1 ginger ale. Both bottles went in the fridge after i met my carbonation limit for the day.

Each was only open for about 24 hours.

Both were flat as fuck when i went back for the other half.

Now, i remember when i was younger, early 20s – not little kid type “Back in the day’ – you could put an open bottle of soda in the fridge and it not go flat for a week.

These bottles lasted less than a day…

What the fuck gives??
Authorship?

December 6th, 2025

I just saw something that said, ‘I have the power to rewrite my story’.

I disagree with this statement. You can’t rewrite your story; the past is what the past is. you can’t change that, nor should you want to. Everything in life – good, bad, and ugly – is a lesson. and i’m gonna take a wild stab at the fact that if you’re thinking about rewriting your story, then it’s pretty likely that you learned those lessons, and wouldn’t want to lose that wisdom.

So perhaps what the person who wrote this meant was not that they have the power to rewrite their story, but that they are claiming authorship going forward…
Yes, metal helps me relax

December 4th, 2025

Well, I have a new playlist titled, “burn the world”, so there is that….

It truly is amazing how relaxing metal can be, much to the surprise of most people. But, speaking from experience, a heavy bass line, killer drums, and *not quite* what most would consider melodic vocals is the ultimate key to stress relief. And don’t get me started on lyric content, that’s a whole other story!
Context matters!

November 8th, 2025

Take out a ruler, or a tape measure. Go ahead, it’s ok, I’m not gonna trick you into doing anything stupid, i promise. ok, got the measuring device? Take a look at how big one inch is. I mean really look, compare it to the size of your fingers, other shit you have sitting around, whatever. Really take it in.

Now…Imagine having a hole that big going straight through some part of your body.

Your gut clenched a bit, didn’t it? Or you winced a smidge. Yeah, me too.

But then I realized that the goal i have for my ears will do exactly that. My ears are at 9/16″, with a goal to return to the 3/4″ i once had. Imagining that size hole in my ear lobe doesn’t make my gut clench, it makes my heart happy.

So, yeah, context fucking matters!
Off to the races!!

November 7th, 2025

Where the hell do racing thoughts come from, and where are they going in such a fuckin hurry?

I mean seriously.

The racing thoughts come on gradually, and at first, i can keep up. But then, all of a sudden they’re racing around faster and faster and i completely space out for a sec.

It happens kinda like when you go to a restaurant and it it’s not crowded, but people filter in. The next thing you know, it’s super crowded and almost painfully loud in the restaurant. All you can think of is leaving.

But anyway, the thoughts come from everywhere and nowhere.

Damnit.

I got interrupted and have no idea where this was going. gotta read this quick, hold please!

…Right, where do racing thoughts come from? Are they simply normal thoughts on adrenaline? Do people prone to racing thoughts enter a state where they have momentary deeper access to subconscious thought processes?

Is this a potential mental super power?? Is it possible to bring on racing thoughts intentionally? if so, can you train yourself to get better at keeping up, which would eventually make that a quasi permanent state?

could racing thoughts be jet fuel for inspiration in the right context?
Once Upon a Time…

November 7th, 2025

Laura took a bite of her dinner.

Mom always yelled at me to not bring books to the dinner table...

Laura smiled, pulled out her phone and started her latest audiobook.

Look Ma, no books!

Laura giggled to herself and continued eating.
Funny physics story

November 6th, 2025

So Albert Einstein walks unto a bar….

Yeah, no. Lol

In high school, i liked the class but was none too fond of the teacher. An entire class of honors kids would fail his quizzes and exams. This didn’t make me feel any better going into the regents exam. I was terrified. I had never failed a regents exam, what would i tell my mom?

I got a fucking 92. and i swore off physics because of how that one teacher was.

I ended up in a physics class because i enrolled late and it was the only science available. But, I loved physics in college, entertained the idea of the engineering program, and even started the process of applying to Columbia to study particle physics and string theory.

So…. Yeah, one teacher nearly robbed me of what turned out to be a life long fascination.

Not really funny….

But, oh yeah! He says, “ow!”
Sites of webness

November 3rd, 2025

What are your favorite websites?

I started responding to this, but got interrupted, and couldn’t reign it back in. So, i’ll give you the gist…

i don’t have a favorite. I don’t think of websites in that way. ‘Favorite’ implies positive emotion, and a website’s design does nothing to improve my emotional state.
Random memory time!!

November 1st, 2025

When I was a kid, my dad would play a trick on me randomly.

He would call me, and then tell me to go do something, which i, of course, immediately went to do.

when i was about halfway to where i was going, he’d call me back, and i’d run back to see what he wanted. When I arrived, he’d say, “now, do you think you’da gotten there by now if i hadn’t called you back?” He’d laugh, and i’d stomp off to the original destination, outrage filling my entire little girl body.

Remembering it now, especially the first couple times – is freaking hilarious.