I tried the peanut butter thing when I was a teen. My dog wouldn’t do it.

Is this over-sharing? I never know.

There are better things to do with your time.

But, not much better.

Did you invite them in for tea?

You get invited to a party, people have cameras, they ask you to put your arm around the waist of a complete stranger, it happens. Was I supposed to say “no”? That would be rude.

Welding, basket weaving, what’s the difference? You’re doing things with your hands, you’re underwater, it’s quiet, and people are paying you.

This was fun.

Neil claimed, and I think we should believe him, that he said “a man” but the radio glitched.

Yeah, it’s my gmail address.

Without due process?!

Well, yeah, that tracks.

Put the phone up on the dash. I do you, you do me. It doesn’t need to be weird. Don’t make it weird. Shhhh.

Can I join you? Would that be okay? I’ll just sit down here in the passenger seat, and relax a bit. Whatcha watchin’ there?

https://www.timesnownews.com/technology-science/these-kindle-devices-will-stop-downloading-books-after-may-20-article-154026813

We do the same things over and over–wake up, drive to work, work, drive home, eat, sleep. Our brains don’t put any of that into long term storage. Have you ever turned the corner onto your street on your way home from work, and realized you can’t remember anything about the drive? Only, newish, novel events get stored robustly. So, in retrospect it seems like the past year flew by, time is compressed in the long stretches of sameness, and only the differences stand out.

I’m assuming this lie is intended to provoke us to check the Bad Dragon website?

Me at 15 watching my older siblings using drugs.

Me at 60, having learned from their mistakes early on, and having never touched the stuff.

It’s the same picture.

I feel like 50 to 60 took about 5 years. Still surprising.

I’m looking forward to 60 to 70, because that’s all I can do.

Also, it used to bother me more, looking back and feeling like time had flown. I’m much more zen about it now. It is what it is. I suppose that’s resignation, but I’m calm about it now.

There used to be a website that let you turn letters on and off on signs like these, just for giggles.

I’m near-sighted, I need to put my glasses up on my head.

Then I wonder where I put my glasses.

That guy is way too fit to be an American cop.

Too often.

I think it’s more that I’m always stupid, that never changes, but sometimes I get lucky and make the right decisions.