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Not taking anything seriously is worshiping at the altar of Nihilism.

The most powerful god is the god of apathy and indifference.

When I tell a small child

that climb didn't count

you used a blue hold on an orange climb

you have done nothing

you have accomplished nothing

and if you continue down this path

any memory of your name

will shrivel into dust so fine

it will be but a mote on a speck

on a granule of sand

in some unknown corner

in the unending hall of eternity.

I'm affirming their existence

way more than any "chill" coach ever could.

driving on the highways of northern Virginia. a rant in the style of Werner Herzog

 Within 5 minutes of merging onto Interstate 66 East, I see 4 different cars in recklessly weaving through traffic. The engines howl like demons as they cut in at the last possible second from the merge lane and then streak across three lanes in a stimulant-addled burst. One imagines that if we were collectively able to register the emotions of the drivers around us, we might be able to summon a consensus of disapproval at this needless endangerment of lives. But, we are like so many faceless blood cells churning through these veins and arteries and the answer is made for us that everything happening is fine. What the automobile transforms us into is horrific. A cold, unfeeling machine in glossy neutral hues. So many decisions are made for me simply by driving. 

In a way, the cars that run amok are a kind of anti-hero. The victory of this infrastructure is so complete, so thorough, that it is choked with overabundance and must yearn for death. Your life takes place in an automobile here. And it is already ordained that the life in an automobile exists only to turn the gears of a monument and machine built of, for, and by Moloch. And so, the humble ricer becomes the merciful angel of death --to shepherd you away from your fallen state. 

the word 'traction' doesn't get enough credit for how it sounds like what it is

I gotta drink more water. I just do.

Also I think I might be cursed.

Normally when my plant looks thirsty I pour water on it and then that water collects in a little dish under the flowerpot. It normally looks mostly clear.

Today I poured water on the plant and the dish overflowed and the water was black and smelled like death.

Is that bad? 

I read once that if you're working on something like writing a story or working on any sort of project that you shouldn't tell people about it before it's done because it turns out that telling people you're doing something triggers the same feeling as actually having done the thing and then you will lose motivation to finish it. You'll feel like you've already done it.

Bees are great little animals. They really are. And not just honey bees. Although honey bees are pretty cool. Complex social structure. Cool defense. They make a product. They visit flowers. How can you not love a bee? 

Oh well what if I'm deathly allergic?

Hmmm sounds like you better start respecting bees then.

If peanut butter could kill me I wouldn't go around telling people I hate it.

No but I love bees. You know what the genus is for bumblebees? BOMBUS.

Bombus.

It's so great that we live in a world with bees in it.

Animals in the same tier as bees:

frogs newts and salamanders

goldfinches

Can you believe the song Start Wearing Purple by Gogol Bordello has been out since 1999 and I'm just now hearing about it in the year of our lord 2026? Just think about all the other things I don't know about. Worlds I haven't discovered. Much to consider. Much to consider.

every Christmas night, I pray that the gifts are sittin' right

 babygirl in control

lives at the North Pole

last bean theory

 Every Tuesday I dump out a can of black beans into a pan to make burritos and every Tuesday ONE bean sticks to the bottom of the can and won't come out with the other beans no matter how hard I shake the can. 

Why can't this one bean do what all the other beans do? Why must it be defiant? Surely this points to a deviant and criminal nature.

BUT

If it's every can of beans. Every time. Then we cannot ascribe a miscreant nature to the singular bean. It must be a function of the can and/or the entirety of the beans. 

It is an act of laziness and spite to persecute the singular bean that is at the mercy of forces beyond its control. 

Also just have a knife ready and stuck it in there to knock it loose. It's not hard.