jan 28 in idea barrages

Why do only the terrible days feel long? It’s never the great days, y’know, those fly by like a gnat’s fart in the breeze. The bad ones just drag.

If this horror show surprised you, you have been in denial of how racist America truly is for a long long time. You got caught up in an echo chamber of good progressive people and started to believe it was the whole country. Even if it ends as well as it can, this is what America is.

I got one good non-political idea today, just the one, but in the spirit of cleansing the palate, I will share it: Cheerleader nuns. Cheerleader nuns at a Catholic communion, hella chanting “TWO FOUR SIX EIGHT, TIME TO TRANSUBSTANTIATE!” That’s all I got today.

If God or the universe or fate or whatever actually has a plan, I assure you said plan doesn’t involve a stroke of luck or sudden inspiration. If there’s a holy or cosmic plan, it made you who you are as PART of that plan not outside of it. Go. Be your best self. That’s the plan.

Hilarious thing about @ProjectLincoln is these Brooks Brothers dolts truly think they can move in & tell the white nationalists “we agree with you but be more subtle!” Guys, Trump opened Klandora’s Box & there’ll be no return to HW Bush’s feigned civility. That ship done sailt.

I’m sure someone’s done something like it but I’d dig a D&D Pact of The Crossroads Warlock, a deal w/ the liminal for power as a performer/influencer, a warlock-bard. Maybe w/ a fusion of Eldritch Blast & Vicious Mockery, similar to Arcane Trickster’s souped-up Mage Hand feature.

I unlocked the secret master-level sixth Love Language: constant apology.

When I played arcade beat-em-ups in the 90s, I always picked the character I perceived as having the longest-range to their melee attack. Donatello, Storm, Marge Simpson. I felt empowered by a weapon that put distance between myself and the enemy. This SAYS something about me.