Stab Rabbits. And Chipmunks are Assholes.

Reddit has been a life-changer.  Huge time-suck.  But I live there.  I've acclimated enough to the reddit vernacular to recognize when something is misspelled, it's very likely on purpose.  And if not on purpose?  It will be.  

Snek.

HODL.

How is babby formed. 

Ok, so that last one was a yahoo answers creation, but reddit keeps it alive.  
 

Reddit has a thing about renaming animals with more appropriate names.  I am linking one of my favorite animal name changes, for your amusement.

My Favorite Song today. 'Judas'

Some asshole almost ran me off the road this morning.  I hate rush hour, morning and evening, loath it.  Driving clears my head, but only the highway long-stretch-of-road kind.  I only have to do rush-hour traffic a few times a week, thank sweet baby Jesus.  Most days go uneventfully.  But today...Ugh.  Fuckers out in full force.  Turned up my radio to listen to some metal after my near-death experience, and Fozzy is on XM/Sirius Liquid Metal.  Cathartic, awesome, got to stretch out those vocal cords and hate sing my aggravation away.

Failing Happily - Nah.

Only if it's privately.  Problem is, to get the mass feedback that allows a writer to receive a good idea of what is working and what isn't means you have to put your work out there.  I suppose you could spend your time finding 150 beta readers, but that is time better spent writing more, which ultimately improve your craft as effectively as reader feedback.

Masculinity Essay - Nate Martins - NYT

On the count of three, list three words that define masculinity.   Mine Today:  Hard-working.  Sexy.  Fixer and Repairer of All Things.

I've Done It - There is a Limit to Sharing the Happiness of Others

I won't say much, as I wish to keep my private life private, but this piece resonated with me.  I have backed away from some friendships, as the required perfection of life's social media updates can be overwhelming when your daily life is punctuated with worry.  The kind of worry to keeps you up at night, fruitless as the worrying is, knowing it's a worry that you will carry as one would carry a body part, the weight of it with you until you die.  Who will take care of them once we die?  Not everyone gets to be ok after their caregivers are gone.

 

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