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Now it’s Michaels
Fly away home
Spring in the 413
The world didn’t stop
October 2023. What happened on the 7th seems to have faded from consciousness. The world didn’t stop. It didn’t even help. It did stop for more than one thousand humans.
No haiku after that day.
My haiku for today, Monday April 15 2024:
I get up again
Prefer the cat and covers
Reality bites.
Truth is in the thermals
When truth is missing, is it really gone? Maybe it’s hiding somewhere in the thermals only to be seen by birds.
Hear me, wherever you are tonight.
You’d better be flying high.
Substack
Yep I’m gonna whine about bad UX again. This time it’s Substack.
It’s a double burger!
Check out this craptastico website. it has not one but two hamburger menus. They’re different sizes too. How. Why. Ok I’ll stop wondering.
And another thing. It’d be great to be able to DO THINGS in the app. But nope. No, you cannot manage your subscription in there.
At least tell me where to go to manage my subscription. Maybe even link to it?
Sheesh. Fine. Don’t. Yes that’s sarcasm.
Stay away from the pit
The pit of despair is visible. It’s just below this rickety ass, cobbled together rope bridge. I think I’m in the middle of it. But the bridge is long and the pit, deep.
It’s tough not to think, jump. Just check it out. Maybe the water is fine. If water is what’s down there.
I’m supposed to care about things. I know that. What if I just don’t. And never will, ever again. It’s possible.
Maybe I’ve hit the pit after all.