I Just Heard That Timothy Mcveigh Grew Up Watching Gumby.

I just heard that Timothy Mcveigh grew up watching Gumby.

I've made 'jokes' about Gumby being a domestic terrorist.

I'm currently conflicted.

I'm printing this out and putting it next to Who Goes Nazi in my bag. My friends are going to get a new print out. Thanks.

Watching the “you will excel at what you measure” trap devour basic moral practice in real time is fascinating in a terrible kind of way

I've got some of the easier parents for this kind of thing. And it's still tough. They know I'm open to romance and having children, but they also allowed me to be a picky little bastard. And once you develop a particular taste for things, and rarely find fulfilling engagement outside of yourself and the *very select* slice of humanity you consider friends, it gets tough. Because those friends are also picky as hell, and don't flirt around, because they're picky as hell. And so yeah I'm addicted to the internet because that's where the weird picky people go. And then they post weird shit I wouldn't be able to see walking around (I like walking around.)

Uh.

Shit.

I'm open to finding someone who's company is preferable to my own, but it's quite hard to tell the almost everyone that I'd prefer to be sat in a room with a mirror, a good book, some paper to draw on, some music to dance to, some of the selected voices I like to hear.

When you crunch the numbers for yourself it can make quite a lot of sense to do what is enjoyable and not what makes you miserable.

In case that helps.

Ben

Venting here- I love visiting family but all the "Do you have a boyfriend yet? Do you have a girlfriend yet? Are you seeing anyone? Have you met anyone? What's your romantic life like? Who have you been with? Anyone you like?" stuff gets exhausting, doesn't it?

Like

How do you tell people who are worried about you being lonely that "I don't want sex, I don't need romance, and I haven't met anyone whose company I find preferable to my own" without worrying them *more*?

I like to think of my art and general existence as a collage of beautiful mistakes.

Another Poor Financial Decision

I've made another purchase.

It'll solve many problems.

Not the ones that most would call problems.

And thus it is an unwise choice.

But the problems it solves

are problems I want solved.

So I bought a portable 32bit float recorder with 4 inputs and a condenser mic setup.

To record little instruments while in the park.

To capture the noises of the world in more beautiful wretched detail than what my phone can provide.

To have the sound of my voice be crisp in the worrying footage I shoot.

And it was on sale.

So I bought it.

Hum de dum. Don't really know what to call this.

Good luck!

Ben :)