I guess I became a SoM blog.

The reason your snacks are unsatisfying is that you need both carb and protein.

Easy carb add on:

Alternate timeline in which all Greek and Latin roots are swapped:

we got august this week

There’s a liquor store near my house that seems to be run exclusively by frat boys. They lovingly curate these bags, which I browsed today while “Oops I Did It Again” played through the store speakers. This is art to me, there is beauty everywhere for those with eyes to see it

The update everyone has been waiting for….

I saw a post talking about how Terry Pratchett only wrote 400 words a day, how that goal helped him write literally dozens of books before he died. So I reduced my own daily word goal. I went down from 1,000 to 200. With that 800-word wall taken down, I’ve been writing more. “I won’t get on tumblr/watch TV/draw/read until I hit my word goal” used to be something I said as self-restraint. And when I inevitably couldn’t cough up four pages in one sitting, I felt like garbage, and the pleasurable hobbies I had planned on felt like I was cheating myself when I just gave up. Now it’s something I say because I just have to finish this scene, just have to round out this conversation, can’t stop now, because I’m enjoying myself, I’m having an amazing time writing. Something that hasn’t been true of my original works since middle school. 

This is the second time this post passes on my dash and it’s the best advice I ever got. I can’t write consistently in one go, it’s always about 50 words and then I get distracted and just have to do something else for a while. Do the math quickly: trying to write 2000 words a day takes a looooong time that way. So there were many days where I just didn’t even start writing, cause I wouldn’t reach my goal anyways and feel like a failure. Then I stumbled upon this post and I thought: hey, let’s give this a try. And it works! I set my goal between 200-400 words a day and that’s perfectly doable. Some days I get into the flow and I write a whole lot more. On other days, I struggle to get those 200 out but hey, at least I wrote 200 words and reached my goal. Whatever the outcome, t makes me feel good and accomplished. 

Funny, adorable ways I imagine our FW men’s proposals would go

It used to be you picked up a landline, which had physical buttons and at its smallest was still 3x larger than a smartphone, dialed the actual location you wanted to call (instead of a corporate call center) and you could actually talk to someone with access to the store computer/government records/dinner reservations that actually fucking applied to you.

“We had to automate it because nobody would do the job!”

The thing about the hold announcements is they're inherently hostile to the concept of a hold.

Most phone calls these days are designed to make you hang up. That’s not just that it does suck, but that corporate wants it to suck. They use phonecall hell as a means of input management—meaning, one of the main ways basically every service whittles down call volume is by pissing off and/or driving away all but the most stubborn/desperate. Whether that’s labrynthine phone trees, transfer hot potato, hostile hold audio (the SSA used to use what I can only refer to as Dead Cat Nails on Chalkboard Core), or anything else—they want you to give up.