I literally just posted about House of Leaves yesterday.

Love those random coincidences.

Zampanò said no minotaur.

My applications menu icon (or the “start” menu for the philistines) is a 🐢.

Burning the page you just finished reading so you can read the next page, while standing there in a dark labyrinth where a minotaur is lurking.

But seriously though, DiCaprio freaks me out, Trump freaks me out for the same reason, among others.

I mean, what’s wrong with dating one’s age?

I don’t wanna be dating someone half my age, then I die. That just seems cruel.

I’m getting downvoted, but it’s an honest statement and I stand by it.

Half your age plus seven doesn’t work a lot of the time. I’m 39, and I wouldn’t feel comfortable dating someone who’s even 32, they are baby. Not happening, no way. Likewise, even 46 is too old for me.

Then again, anecdote isn’t data, and DiCaprio effectively cancels me out, so whatever.

Hey self, why are you bothering with this guy who has cheese powder on his fedora? Go read a book. The book won’t make you angry.

Ah, so the stuff you wanna say is stuff that’ll get your account banned. Since you’re not specifying, I’m gonna assume it’s the worst thing I can think of. That’s mostly because whatever you’ve got is more worse than anything I can think of.

Some combination of pederasty, racism, murder, and violence against children of other races, all at once, in public.

Clarify.

Who’s discriminating against civilian Russians so much, making that the issue you would heft your ass from your seat for?

You’re not a coward, are you? Just tell us you wanna be racist, instead of pussyfooting around it. Say it with your whole chest.

It’s not his bag, baby!

I lost the first messages my wife sent me on OK Cupid and I’m quite heartbroken about that, but I have my actual wife with me still and she adores me.

And if someone says “hey, can you come fix my computer,” and when you show up she just lays in bed and looks at you longingly from there, that means you really got to fix the computer and then leave so she can get some sleep.

I do the things that must get done: going to work, paying the bills, and I realize that if I don’t, what life I’ve made for myself will stop.

For the chores and stuff, sometimes I’ll make a chore pact with my wife (“let’s both clean stuff for the next half hour”) as a way of keeping mutual responsibility. Sometimes I’ll just get fed up and ride a chore wave for a couple hours.

For skills, I try to narrowly just grow the stuff I’m good at as best as I can; naturally, only the skills that interest me for the long term are the ones that grow.

Ah, my username is my legal name and there are pictures of me in my account. My username everywhere is my legal name, cause I think I lack imagination.

So I guess I’m fucked exactly this much, which doesn’t seem like a lot.

I generally get left alone. Everyone worries about their own personal problems enough to have time to bother someone random on the internet.

Edit: if I post my address, someone’s gonna ring my doorbell and scare my birds, so you’re not getting it. I’m in the Portland metro area though.

A few. I’m playing through the bonus campaigns of Etherfields, while looking longingly at ISS Vanguard which I haven’t picked up in a week, while playing one-shot games of stuff like Twinfold and Harmonies and Balatro and Slay the Spire (both table and phone). Finished Silent Hill 2R recently and that was awesome. Sometimes when I’m up to it I’ll break out some sort of random Final Girl game.

I know this isn’t true for everyone, but narrative solo board gaming is really, really good for me, and lets me do a lot of gaming that I wouldn’t otherwise be able to do, what with my brain being all busted with stroke damage.

And here I am, sex-repulsed asexual. The whole sex thing is just incredibly gross, and I’m taking this virginity to my grave (I’m 39, I’m over halfway there!) and no one can stop me. I’ve never even been sexually aroused at all.

Indeed, all types are present.

You’re right, I am an absolute shit with that comment and I failed to understand the world that happened around me in that moment.

I apologize.