oct 7 in idea barrages

Ideals are wonderful but they must be tempered by what is possible or else you’re just wasting effort, you’re Icarus half-way to freedom overwhelmed with hubris & dead on melted wings instead. Hope must be alloyed with compassion to remember the stakes of too-sunny overreaches.

Trumpists can’t imagine people genuinely wanting to help others & forever spin ulterior motives but the equal-opposite force are the Sanders Cult who say if you’ve even once compromised to get a good done, you and all your works must be discarded. We’re strangled from both sides.

“Glory hole” is so insensitive a term. They now prefer the phrase “mystery meat”.

If you notice drama in an internet side-channel you are involved with, it is your duty to start singing “BURN BABY BURN, DISCORD INFERNO, BURN BABY BURN!”

Step 1: approach the counter with four pairs of Crocs. Step 2: sheepishly tell the cashier “they’re for a couple’s costume, my wife is going as Spider-Man.” Step 3: SAY NOTHING UNTIL THEY ASK FOR CLARIFICATION. Step 4: “I’m going as Doctor Croctopus.”

It’s okay to pull big goofy stunts to amuse yourself, just as long as it’s not wasteful. If you’re going to buy a 30-pack of Coors and all the enema bags in a CVS just so you can explain “we’re having a party”, you know, just donate the bags to a medical charity that needs them.

I mean, we COULD scan each part of a He-Man toy, get one of those 3-D printers that prints in a Rice Krispies slurry and assemble the pieces into our very own Snacktion Figures. This is possible. Dreams are still possible.

I was thinking about how “Skrillex” sounds more like the name of a chemical treatment to repel aliens as opposed to a terrible pop star and then I realized, maybe that’s why we HAVE terrible pop music, that’s what’s keeping the aliens invasions away.