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I'm the hedgehog masque replica guy

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  1. Retirement home for Millenials

So uh this is proabably a good time as any to ask, have you guys checked out my tracker music soundtrack replacement for Sonic CD yet? Who doesn't love modding a 30-year-old game with 30-year-old technology? Just search the "hedgehog masque replica" tags.

I looked at my hair in the mirror the other day and I can count the individual follicles now.

  1. I do not "get" poetry

I got complex feelings on Rupi Kaur. Some of her stuff is actually quite good....but it's probably also plagiarized based on what I've seen.

That said, Rupi Kaur has provided a very useful service to me. Ever got a terf frustrated enough that they start ranting about their bodily secretions? It's surely much funnier than they intend, and I get to call it "Vogon Rupi Kaur" and, like, people understand what I'm talking about.

I think it's true, that there's good poetry out there.
One day, we'll know who wrote it.

  1. What's for Dinner

Long-form posting of the sort I've tried to do more of on here doesn't lend itself well to a daily posting schedule, and I've been pretty lackadaisical in posting these; no offense to those engaged more closely in microblogvember, but it's not as much of a priority for me.

Anyway, because we were planning to have some friends over for dinner since we're here on our own. I usually join up with my parents here but they went back to their home along with my brother, so it's just my wife and I for the weekend. Friends ended up with other plans but we still had all the food, so the answer for probably another day or two is: leftovers. And yes, they're tasty.

  1. Juggling

I never did learn how to juggle. As you can see, I barely can metaphorically juggle multiple tasks. Anyway, finally getting these blog prompts done.

I mean I guess I can juggle two things at once, which isn't very impressive but it works.

  1. Cartoon Animals

As a kid, I didn't have a lot of stuff of my own. We had all the needs met, but as far as more luxurious stuff went, we didn't have it. It's hard for me to be mad about this as an adult.

However, as a kid, I remember that one of the sorts of dumb things that helped me manage my horniness was some of the covers of the Sonic comics where the girl characters had more visible cleavage. Times were tough and you had to make do with what you had. Supposedly table skirts exist for similar reasons, that the Victorian-era white people were sickos with the horniness levels of teenagers constantly, so you had to hide the table legs from them lest they start tryihg to feel 'em up as if they were a lady's.

Anyway, I think experiences like this are a key part of why I'm not a furry yet so many of my friends are.

  1. doctors hate her!!

I'm glad my wife gets along with the doctors she's seen. I haven't even bothered getting a pirimary care physician after grad school, because I got hit with the anxiety diagnosis and now am convinced that now I won't get my symptoms taken seriously anywhere.

Which is fun because I had a decent suspicion that I had some afib-like symptoms that may have led to a stroke at one point. Around the same time I was alternating between existential angst and suicidal depression at the end of grad school, I got what felt vaguely like some stroke symptoms. Nothing too severely onset, but, like, limb tiredness more easily, difficulty getting up without losing my breath, loss of energy and memory, stuff like that. But who knows, maybe it really was anxiety.

My brother used to wear a heart monitor when he was in kindergarten but he's now older than I was in grad school, and seems fine.

  1. witch weather

The day I should have posted this I think we got hit with some pretty intense rain storms. I presume that's what this topic is about. I should have spent more time that weekend walking around in what was surely the last days of comfortable weather for the year, but I am a fool whose time management skills this year went out the window with daylight savings time for some reaosn, and now everything is a blur of terribly-mismanged effort.

Mysticism is the part of religion that I relate to least, possibly because I am prone to magical thinking when left to my own devices, so I don't have a lot to relate to with the way a lot of people speak of paganism, as in the context of old, otherwise largely-abandoned European historical customs.

Anyway rain here is always worth celebrating, and it was good to have outside weather that was more in line with how I felt inside.

  1. Fuck computers

I don't know that I have a lot to say here that I wouldn't have already placed in, say, the "anti-hardware club" hashtag, but now that DOScember is once again approaching, I want to get mad at old tech more. You all really deserve a good, unhinged, all-caps rant about the awfulness of the Soundblaster-16 line.

For a guy who complains about computers, I sure do like having a lot of them!

  1. what's in a name

I have never been one to be preoccupied with names. Some people get weird into nominative determinism,as if we lived in a bad superhero comic, and as a guy who's read and written code before I don't get it. Self-documenting code is great when it's done properly, but all too often you end up with code comments that no longer reflect the underlying reality of what a program is or does. Names for things are often misleading if you take them too seriously, especially when they've been through a mushy long-term process of cultural mutation.

Anyway if I can be said to like my name, it is mostly because the process by which it was chosen was a ruthlessly, hilariously efficient one. In that respect I could not possibly seek to change it.

My mom wants to get a robot vaccuum for Christmas. She mentioned this in a group chat she has with my wife and me. Looking on websites which furnish people with appliances, I found one for an affordable price which seemed suitable, and forwarded it to my wife. She was like "You're giving gifts for the home for your mother? Gifts for the home are for the home!" and, like, she's right, but was apparently asleep when the subject came up and didn't see the context.

I get what my wife is saying, but she also got frazzled when I started loading up laundry, about an hour ago, as if it was supposed to be her job and I was undermining her.

  1. there was an app for that

I love android devices, but more of them, especally when they're single-purpose devices and not phones, like media players or gaming devices, should always come with root access that apps can use if required

Yes, this is me still upset that my Mechen H1 isn't rooted. And unlike the average android 6 phone, there isn't a ubiquitous stock firmware to download that can be patched up. You can do su inside adb, but that's, apparently, not enough.

This is frustrating because I'd just learned of the magical world of usbgadget and was hoping I could use the device for loading bootable OS isos for diagnostic, restorative, or other similar purposes. Perhaps I'll have to look for cheap rooted phones that I can also use as usb touchpads.

Paired with my AlphaSmart Dana, I'll have the world's most sicko mode wired desktop accessory kit.

  1. bigolas dickolas wolfwood

I recently watched a web video called "I want to fistfight Colleen Hoover" and so much of it expresses perfectly my feelings on the modern romance subgenre. I've talked about this a few times (and I'm pretty sure it came up in a previous prompt!) but I think there are habits inspired by fanfiction communities that lend itself to questionable creative practices, where too many stories read like they were written by a checklist, definitely marketed based on a trope checklist, and borderline creatively bankrupt as they try to (even if they don't realize it) retell Pride nad Prejudice without understanding the reasons why we regard that story as a literary classic. It was more than "wow, this lead guy is a jerk".

The crux of the argument of the video in question as far as it pertained to Hoover is that her writing is really jarring to read, because it bills itself as romance when basically all of the romantic interests are creeps, weirdos, and probably shouldn't be allowed around too many other people. She's described some of her writing as being inspired by her parents' relationship, which probably helps ground the characters and makes the drama feel more real than soap-opera-ish like these kinds of stories sometimes can, but a statement like that opens more questions than it answers.

While most non-fiction writing has (at least among good non-fiction writing) a pretty clear and usually explicit thesis, fiction writing also exists to put forward a specific viewpoint. Sometimes that's as basic as "yeah this is hot" and that can be terribly sujective and hard to relate to for some people! "Who is the audience for this work" is not a question that should have an easy answer; if it does, the work is probably pandering and cynical.

It is difficult to read Hoover, even in small passages, and not take her works as apologia for abuse as romance. Given that she suggests she grew up in a household where that was normal, I can see why she wants to make it the focus of her writing. But

It does not bring me pleasure or satisfaction to say "I wish she had spent more time working out her thoughts with a feelings profesional of some kind before trying to present them to the world as a way of working through it publicly", but that's the overall impression I get from her work, and it just makes me really sad to think about.

I think it's incredibly possible to tell stories like this. Lord knows I love network television comedy Crazy Ex-Girlfriend and know that if Rebecca Bunch were a real person that I know, we would have been arrested for crimes together. But while that story tries very hard to empathize with all its characters despite their flaws , foibles, and frequently-inappropriate behavior, it's also less of a traditional romance than it might let on, and was very refreshing to me

(It was also refreshing to me because it's good to see other music/theater/musical theater fans who are also fair-minded critics of those media, because in high school it always seemed that liking musical theater was an all-or-nothing approach. I like The Music Man. I like Assassins. I struggle with Rent, and it's utterly hilarious to me how so many people completely misread Dear Evan Hansen on the basis of, I guess, one of its songs. Anyway, my dream job is working with Rachel Bloom to make a musical, loosely in the vein of A Chorus Line and Assasins, about working a call center and the hostage-taking industry and how similar they can look at times. But this is getting far afield of the topic at hand.)

All of that is to say that I'm not surprised This is How You Lose the Time War eventually got some really masive attention by word-of-mouth. It's written in a more experimental style, it's about a less-explored setting than "what if mr darcy worked starbucks, or was in your twitter DMs", it has actually put thought into expressing its themes beyond eroticism, and it has lesbians. Seriously, the romance market is somehow both vast enough to have space for dreck like Red, White, and Royal Blue but also so small that it's nearly impossible to actually sponsor lesbian romance as a subgenre? Insulting at all levels.

I know nothing about the guy this prompt was named for other than this specific book promotion, as it caught the attention of basically all of the romance-writing internet.

  1. you're turning into your mother

Especially over the past year or so I've noticed that I'm becoming like my mother in ways that are not flattering. I am more selectively attentive, more prone to questionable decision-making, more frustrated, slightly mre impulsive, and frequently more tired. I can get aloong with my mother, as long as there's physical distance between us most of the time.

She had the most wonderful decision back when I left grad school to peruse my resume, and I, carelessly, allowed her to, not realizing that she has replaced my phone number on it with hers (the first 7 numbers are the same). Why was I in such a bad mental state back when I was leaving grad school gee I can but wonder it is a real fuckin mystery there huh.

Don't worry, I've learned my lesson and will only send her my resume again if she has a software engineering position open.


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