I choose silence; they do not.
The TV is endless.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 671 words, comic: The Stuff #2
Read: Secrets And Lies: Digital Security In A Networked World, Bruce Schneier (good read, took me back to my script kiddie days)
Comics: Fables 124-125, Fairest 10-11
Music: January 8, 1994, Seattle Centre Arena, Seattle, Disc 1-2, NirvanaI was reading old posts (Christ, 2024 Empty, what the fuck were you thinking?) and I still haven’t figured it out.
How the fuck do I get people to buy my stuff without having to go full social media whore or pretend to be something I’m not?
People both love and hate preachy; see Tolle, Eckhart.
But I hate it. I’d rather be honest (even if I’m not always) and show warts and say, here, I did something cool!
Or better yet, take myself fully out of the equation.
Here’s a cool thing. Enjoy!
Don’t worry about the man behind the mask. We never used to.
Now, it’s up to us to be paragons, or be cancelled.
Unfortunately, only one of those things is ever actually possible. Anything else is a fucking act.
PR to stave off the betrayal when we find out we aren’t actually perfect.
Flawed in private, public perfection. Fuck that. I’m perfectly imperfect, and proud of it.
It’s the only way we ever could be. It’s only how we feel about that fact that makes a difference.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 1267 words, comic: The Stuff #2
Read: Secrets And Lies: Digital Security In A Networked World, Bruce Schneier (we're into the weeds now)
Comics: Fables 122-123, Fairest 8-9
Music: November 1994, Astoria Theatre, London, Beck (bet you thought it was going to be Nirvana)A very productive day, all around.
Well, except for this.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 3425 words, comic: The Stuff #2
Read: Secrets And Lies: Digital Security In A Networked World, Bruce Schneier
Comics: Fairest 6-7, Fables 121, Fables: Werewolves Of The Heartland 1
Music: August 30, 1992, Reading Festival, NirvanaI don’t, I don’t think.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the right stuff, the thing that makes astronauts what they are.
This is due to the series I’m writing right now, wherein I question the nature of the stuff and show it’s not innate; it’s learned.
And unlearned.
Do I have it?
I don’t know.
We’ll know by the time I’m dead, I guess.
Or not. That’s the way of the stuff. You never really know until you’re in it.
Am I in it?
I doubt it.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 402 words, comic: The Stuff #2
Read: Secrets And Lies: Digital Security In A Networked World, Bruce Schneier
Comics: Fairest 4-5, Fables 119-120
Music: June 26, 1992, Roskilde Festival, NirvanaWhat’s it going to take to put a stop to these assholes?
Fear. Personal, individual fear on the part of the agents, senators, representatives, “journalists”, etc., that work for them.
Threaten them personally, because they’re most in it for their own selfish cruelty, and that will make them hesitant to do what the orange Fuhrer demands.
Threaten them financially. Expose their shady acts. Make it so they can’t go out to eat without protestors.
And if Trump continues to go full Hitler…
Go Jack Kirby on ’em.
How far does this have to go? How long before billionaires and their enablers are being dragged from their houses? Civil war is not unavoidable – some sanity from the people on the right who can turn still would do it.
Stand up, assholes. No one wants the world to plunge into World War 3.
Break with dementia Don, and do the right fucking thing for once in your meager existence. Go back to your grift after, once things have settled.
Or maybe, learn something from this, and realize.
YOU’RE THE FUCKING BAD GUYS.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 459 words, comic: The Stuff #2
Read: Secrets And Lies: Digital Security In A Networked World, Bruce Schneier
Comics: Fairest 2-3, Fables 117-118
Music: December 28, 1991, Pat O'Brien Pavilion, Del Mar, NirvanaJesus Christ.
ICE is a terrorist organization.
Motherfuckers.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 517 words, comic: The Stuff #1
Read: Secrets And Lies: Digital Security In A Networked World, Bruce Schneier
Comics: Fables 114-116, Fairest 1
Music: November 25, 1991, Paradiso, Amsterdam, NirvanaIt’s a wishful thinking thing, like a horoscope, but more personal.
Today was supposed to be a good day.
And it had its moments.
But mostly, I wanted to fall asleep. To do the few things I needed to do (read, write, sex, etc.) and go the fuck to sleep.
I did edit. And I read, a little. Not as much as I’d like. If I want to do any better at it, I’ll have to do it before bed.
Which I hate.
I’m already exhausted. Why rush it? Of course, if I don’t do it, it establishes precedent. Starts a habit. You know how in your mind, once you do something, even once, it becomes possible to do it again and again? The whole four minute mile thing, and sadly, acts of evil. Do it once and you know you’re capable of it.
Do it again, and well…
Let’s just say Donald has practice. This doesn’t happen overnight. His soul is as warped as a soul can possibly be.
But let’s not think about him. I have a couple more issues of Fables I’d like to read…
Target: 1400 words
Written: 2017 words, comic: The Stuff
Read: Secrets And Lies: Digital Security In A Networked World, Bruce Schneier (fascinating stuff - never know I could be so into cryptology, outside of Digital Fortress)
Comics: Fables 110-113
Music: August 27, 1991, Aladin, Bremen, NirvanaI had ideas about what to write today, but things went so far off the rails, from taking a coatrack to the head, being utterly abandoned by anyone and everyone and just the universe, doing its complete fucking of me, again and again.
I need to stay off social media. They’ve gone looney tunes down south and my blood pressure is through the roof.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 4500 words
Read: Secrets And Lies: Digital Security In A Networked World, Bruce Schneier (prophetic and interesting, as a time capsule during a time I would have been a lamer script kiddie)
Comics: Fables 107-109, Jack Of Fables 50
Music: November 25, 1990, Off Ramp, Seattle, NirvanaOr rather, I think I write well, okay at best, but I rarely know what I want to say. I read other books with these incredible telling details or unbelievable insights into the human condition and I think, why not me?
What am I saying that’s not been said before?
I suppose there’s something to be said on saying something that has been said in a different way, and different voices reaching different people in different ways, but yeah.
I always wanted to be original. Unique. At the vanguard of something new.
But I don’t know what. It’s the essence of constrained – having something inside of you building like a new big bang, but being so essentially weak of spirit as to be unable to unleash it into the void.
And that’s what out there – void.
No one reads my shit because I don’t promote my shit. I’m Holden Caulfield, if he lived now and on social media. If he thought he hated phonies before, man, wait until he gets a load of Instagram and Twitter.
He’d be dead before the day was out.
I was eased into it, and despite knowing these are the tools I require to be successful in today’s age, I am increasingly convinced that social media needs to be phased out of my life, and out of existence entirely, if we are to survive.
Otherwise, none of us may last the day.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 1476 words, comic: The Stuff #1
Read: Secrets And Lies: Digital Security In A Networked World, Bruce Schneier
Comics: Fables 103-106
Music: August 17, 1990, Palladium, Hollywood, NirvanaIt’s common in Taoism, Buddhism, etc., to assume that the mind is not who we are, that we are something beyond our conditioning, our monkey minds, the trappings of our social circles and belief systems.
That there is something, someone beneath all that, so completely in tune with the universe that it can, if we can fall back into it, blow away all the bullshit of our selves and lives with a gentle breath, to reveal the bodhisattva at the centre of it all.
I believe this to be largely true. I’m not a religious man, but when I’ve sat and peeled layers, letting each go in turn…
I’m in there. I’m at the centre, not matter how rotten the layers get as we head toward the outside of me.
And that centre is everything.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 2105 words, comic: The Stuff #1
Read: The Catcher In The Rye, J.D. "DawggyDawg" Salinger
Comics: Cinderella: Fables Are Forever 4-6, Fables 102
Music: April 10, 1990, Blind Pig, Ann Arbor, Nirvana (yeah, I got the bootlegs)