so here's how the live text social network works for me now
this (Tumblr) is the long form text one. i will write important things here, to myself.
anyone who needs help will find me when they need it. i left my live text social network intact this time (because it's Bsky, NOT Xitter) and that is so i can provide: ...
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hearts as tokens of encouragement for good things i see you doing
reposts as administrative boosts of mutual aid and successes big or small
attention to what is going on for your benefit and for those in your life
content where i can make it and make it heard which will be sparse
for mutual aid, it will be in Paypal. if that doesn't work for you, then the aid will not reach you unless you are in Canada.
emergencies? email me or text me if you got that number when it mattered, it does work mostly based on when i answer it.
the show (yes, the show!) must go on, but it will go on YouTube where people go to watch things and it will keep getting made because that shit excites me and i crave attention like you!
i still don't understand Discord but my bestest friends are in there so i'll figure it out. give me time. i'm juggling on one foot now!
i'll let the Right people know if time is actually running out, for me, which it will. you'll see it in the videos if you watch though. i cough a lot these days.
if you keep posting your NGL comment boxes on the ol 'Sky, i'll ask you a question. anonymously so it's in your comfort zone, and you can consent to answering it before even doing so. i will not make it publicly known but it will be the hardest question you receive that day.
if anyone from Bsky sees this one, give it a heart of encouragement, and let someone know that matters to you if they need my help for something too one day. i can no longer speak for all of you.
i can only let you speak for you and make sure your friends are listening harder than ever.
me? i speak for just myself and her. but i have a unique skill for telling stories with your words.
if you have skills making Bluesky feeds, HARD level, i'll need your help soon to help me help others tell their story.
we all need to memorize each other's unique and awesome characteristics before time runs out!
enjoy the (new) show where the actors make more than ¥298 a week! this is finally
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"Watching reruns together! Asia and Jasper watch Haikyuu! with you"
We both cry-laughed over this Haikyuu! scene and you can still hear it in my voice (and hers quietly too) on our second watch. We set it up to catch this scene quickly and share it; thanks in advance for tolerating my loud brand of laughter. Read the subtitles, it's funny and the show is great.
copyrights can be circumvented easily if you just want to watch!
but everybody is kicking into helpmode so hard that i thought it wouldn't hurt to celebrate with some of the Good Old Stuff—you heard right folks, it's the weed content!
430 bulletin is no more which gave me this time to take some spooky Bad Vape family photos. they're kinda like the Addams family and make pretty hazardous looking props!
spooooooky
something tells me we'll have spookier content still over here, as time rolls on always...
This is mostly a message for people on/from Twitter, and for me to repost as a link over there. Tumblr does long-form better and I can't think of any other way to communicate this effectively without a lot of writing, so here's the deal.
I'm getting close to finished compiling the various things I need to send for my pre-2023 mail people (yes, I am still doing this because I collect first and send when everything is perfect) and tying up a lot of loose projects. There's still a lot of work to do but with the time I've been not tweeting, I've been painting, soldering, building, videoing and editing my busy little hands away in preparation for surprises to come. BUT—
I need to get even more serious now. Or at least as serious as someone like myself can muster.
Right now, for me that means laying out my Grand Plan for this year on this post and then getting right to it. I'm addressing the Twitter fam directly because for you, dear friends, that will kinda mean I won't be on Twitter that much anymore. Really this time.
Yeah yeah, I know. We all threw up our arms and threatened to leave umpteen times, and then we all settled to stick around to watch it all burn, and for a while I was satisfied with that pace. It was fun watching the fire.
But the fire has already been reduced to embers.
Now it just feels like standing in front of a smouldering pile of garbage and gleefully inhaling its toxic fumes.
For the last few months, Twitter has slowly but very steadily been silencing the people I want to talk to—in a number of different ways—or outright making them disappear from me. Or worse still, replacing them. With what?
Antivaxxer
Antivaxxer
Transphobe
Elon Musk
Climate change denier
Literal nazi
Elon Musk
Antivaxxer
Everything I see everywhere in this place and now in my life is telling me in no uncertain terms: "mobilize now".
Bad actors are already mobile. The pandemic created an opportunity for our collective horseshit to fester, and now it is very commonplace to see people who publicly—and often violently—act out their racist, phobic, misogynist agendas in the real world. Stuff that nobody would dream of saying out loud 10 years ago for fear of getting punched are now everywhere I look. Nazis used be a Not Cool thing.
But people are literally dying.
I've been trying my level best to stick around and keep up morale on behalf of those who are being actively targeted, but then the shooting at start of the Lunar New Year gave me a shake. Once again, the target is people who look like the person I love most in the world. Her whole family. All of the people in my life that I hold dear, in fact, are targets in one way or another.
The funny thing is, violent extremism isn't even the worst threat we're facing. The walls are closing in from every direction: unfettered spread of deadly viruses is past the point of fixing, and ecological collapse the likes of which our civilization has not ever seen will happen in the next 10 years.
Does that mean I'm giving up the fight to go take care of myself and mine?
Don't be absurd. I'm just angrier.
Lucky for me and nobody else, the coping mechanism I developed for my anger in my 20s is doing everything faster. Like, way faster. More aggressively too.
But I need to focus and organize my efforts a bit better so I can start doing things out in the Real Worldâ„¢. The good news is that I already started preparing for this months ago and have a headstart now.
Basically, I think what I need to do is integrate all my various battles into one ongoing project/series/lifestyle, so I can just always be working towards those various goals while still creating content that can use any platform available to spread reach and find new ways to fix things.
Here's the plan:
Tour de'Brief is happening for real. I will be touching more grass this year, in different cities, to visit the various dispensaries I've become close with and talk with locals about local issues (keeping myself and others as safe from disease as possible naturally). Why?
Well for starters, it's the disposable thing again! I will be personally trying to make storeowners commit to getting rid of theirs, in exchange for an LD-exclusive battery recycling bin (to be sent to me for collection) and a bunch of assorted creations for all their employees. Yeah, I made stuff. Lots of it.
Twitter presence will ramp down to a mostly communicative one: announce things posted on other platforms, coordinate things with people, answer questions, and probably Spaces. Maybe the odd shitpost here and there, but I'll be draining my drafts folder for the foreseeable future. Does that mean... no more content??
Actually, no, it means NEW content—I'm going back into the YouTubes! Going full production mode, even more content hopefully. Big ambitious videos with all our friends, collaborations with musicians.. and Twitter hanging around in my back pocket to connect with those collaborators. I am turning into a television set.
Tumblr will still work for long-form writing, but also with more focus on showcasing finished works (paintings, trays, electronics, etc). There's lots of stuff to show now since I've been saving it up.
The podcast! (Wait, what??)
That's right, I'm booting it back up! The format will be more guest-based since I have all you great pals to talk to now.
That mailing list! Once I'm done with friendmail, I'm going to just start randomly sending you shit, as was my original plan. #FreeDrugs is forever!!!
What I need most right now is a way to cover more ground. The way I've decided to achieve that is by being a pest, so.. the usual really, but much more personal this time around. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar though, so I'll be needing lots of time to make bad creations that will hopefully entice a store of people to temporarily tolerate my presence.
If this sounds like a bad plan, it might very well be. But stick with me here—
My thought is that I can use the opportunity presented by fighting my climate battle to shoehorn in whatever other missions need attention depending on the geographical area. Different places have different problems; I need to learn about how each community tackles them, if at all, and gather context.. read the vibes... then break shit!
Figuratively that is.
Of course there will be plenty of literal breakages, and that's part of the fun!
I am preparing for the world to look very different, and very Not Good, in the coming 5-10 years—the extent to which is not clear to me yet. I would be narcissistic and delusional to think I am going to save the world by collecting batteries from pot shops and arguing with the locals, but I need to do everything.. anything.. that I can, all at once preferably, while trying to expand my reach organically by essentially docu-series-ing the next year as it happens.
It's gonna be wild itellyouwhat.
This Friday we'll have a good bash before I quiet down the Twitter presence indefinitely, but I want to still be reachable and connect with the people I met there. It's a hard line to draw. There will be lots of mail goes back and forth though, so I'll still be retweeting and replying whenever possible.
If Spaces disappears, I have an entire mailing list of friends—digitally now!—and the means to operate outside of Twitter in a variety of different ways. We will continue to connect digitally until I make it to your hometown, and until then I will continue to mail things to anyone on that list... you're helping to make my video content, see?
Come along for the bumpiest ride you've been ashamed to have fun in since that time grandma took you to Burger King after the quaaludes kicked in!
This is a show about CANNABIS ("weed")!
but your producer has the attention span of a tardigrade
That means you and our pals are going to be getting up to all kinds of horrors, the likes of which our health & safety department dares not imagine.
PROGRAM SCHEDULE
There is none! We're going to be doing this live, and we're going to be doing it live for as long as we can stand it, and then we'll do it dead, probably.
We have a whole treasure box of unsightly widgets to share with you, and with a little help from you and our pals, I think we can make the collapse of society as we know it a real riot of FUN!
On our adventures, we'll encounter:
...dangerous spy missions into the dark heart of the cannabis industry!
...wacky inventions from our Department of Cannabis Reprehensibility & Destruction!
...action-packed fights with deviant recyclers to save innocent vape batteries from annihilation!
...arrests of petty Photoshop criminals from the rough streets of the plug/scammer oversaturated weed pic hellscape!
...drugs! we chase them down to the ends of the earth, and then take them for giggles!
...our film studio's poorly catalogued archive of painfully plotless films! WOW!
...and the occasional guest star if we don't scare off the advertisers in the first week!!!
...on the last episode of LEAF ✱ DEBRIEF:
Apartheid Clyde completes his VILLAIN ARC after being jilted by his siren lover from Mars, and is refusing to pay child support for their robot baby! Ridicule at his villain outfit (a poorly fitted Wario costume from Spirit Halloween) drove him to the brinks of insanity, and now he has barricaded himself in the communications mainframe with dynamite strapped to his penis! He swears to exact his revenge upon.. uhh, something, even if it means blowing up his own diminutive junk with everything in its meagre path!
Desperate to escape the blast radius without losing their VIP view of the action, our heroes scramble and TUMBLE over to a nearby safehouse and post themselves in corner with a window and some popcorn.
THAT'S YOU AND ME!
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at this point there are always no fewer than three pieces on the go in my home at any given time and Asia is beginning to miss the use of our stove again
Truth be told I'm not a fan of winter activities at all but growing up in this part of the world means the implicit expectation that your body is modeled to live through a glacial extinction event. Mine isn't.
Maybe we all hated it but nobody wanted to be the only one to say it.
Skiing is a big no. It takes a special kind of abandon for self-preservation to go downhill with two separate pieces of timber strapped to each leg with multiple feet of overhang on each side (for maximizing amputation torque).
Surfing on the fundamental fields of the universe is more like snowboarding: it doesn't matter if you can ride a skateboard on the pavement pretty well, because riding a fluid is just fundamentally different. That's why I never got into snowboarding either. Surfing makes you look very cool though.
Okay, so; sledding. Time.
We tend to think of time as the ride down the hill, but time is really just the hill. It's all there, every piece of it; your ride is just one path down the hill. In fact, if there weren't so many fucking trees so avoid crashing your sled into you probably wouldn't even notice you were riding.
Like sledding, you don't get to stop.
The hill is always pulling you down as long as you're on your sled. Heck, you can barely exert a modicum of control over the damn thing as it careens with little influence from your anguished tugging. The best you can hope for is to avoid the trees.
What are the trees? Well, those could be people, or places, or death, or the end of the universe... really, they're events, but since we falsely conflate events as things that happen one after another, we can't call them that anymore. Trees don't "happen" one after the other, you just pass them on your sled (or not, as the case may be).
Let's call them "memories", on account of something I'd rather forget.
Okay, so, memories. Memories!
Memory is a funny thing, but not in the kind of romantic/nostalgic way I hear about in a lot of your (absolutely lovely) music. It's a lot less magical, annoyingly complex. It's less joys and sadnesses, a lot more light cones and Penrose diagrams.
There will be no sledding to speak of for the foreseeable future.
