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Independent Copywriter + Creative Director. From St. Louis, now in Minneapolis. Domestically supplied infant. Deeply flawed biped. Aspiring human. Probably doing a bit. he/him/his Portfolio: charleskyouel.com
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The creative process:
1. I’m an idiot
2. I’m a genius
3. Repeat until sun burns out
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Bicycle headlights have two settings: Anemic Firefly and Reignite the Sun
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The English language has been begged and borrowed from virtually every other language in history, and typically works about as well as a car built from whatever parts you could steal from a junkyard. However, it also contains the word “discombobulated,” which washes away a multitude of sins.
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I’m listening to Rick Rubin read his book The Creative Act: A Way of Being, for at least the second time. I love it because it’s entirely nonlinear and meditative. And then I got to the part where he says “Impatience is an argument with reality,” and it floored me all over again.
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In trying times like these, it heartens me to remember that “galumph” (verb) is an actual word in the English language, available for conversational employment at no extra charge.
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I caught them on the Signals tour, which is the last album of theirs that I bought, at least at that point of my fandom. Helluva show, it must be said.
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They were the first band that really set my brain on fire as far as music goes, and I was lucky enough to see them live when I was at the peak of my fandom. But that was a long time ago, and I don’t think there’s anything that could recapture that feeling at any price.
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Inhaling the smell of rain, mixed with notes of the first decaying leaves going from yellow to brown on the lawn, a different weight to the air.
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Scared off a squirrel that’d been chowing down on something on the porch when I opened the door to go outside. Turned out it was a piece of roast chicken. And it’s a pity I don’t speak squirrel because I have so many questions.
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I used to describe Portland as Minneapolis at the speed of THC. Feel like we’re trending in the right direction.
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Absolutely love this. And will quite likely appropriate the idea when the time comes.
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Hockey season has begun, my team’s first game is underway, and here I am pretending to be ready to have my torn asunder and stomped unmercifully in dozens of bizarre and unspeakable ways between now and next spring
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Anything worth thinking is worth overthinking.
- Me, after wondering whether or not I should post this for actual minutes
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I imagine it’s much easier to appear “calm” and “reasonable” when your own fundamental rights aren’t being debated, violated, curtailed or used as a politically expedient bargaining chip. Reality isn’t just a thought exercise.
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I think the longest playlist I have is All The Cringiest, Most Embarrassing and Humiliating Things I’ve Ever Said or Done, which is playing nonstop in my head and takes up so much of my hippocampus that I can no longer make new memories.
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Hi, I’m the radical left, I guess? Anyway, pleased to meet you. Guess we’ve got some work to do. Pour you a drink?
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This week has had more red flags than Moscow on May Day.
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So apparently I was listening to music when I was supposed to be learning how to make friends or something.
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Spoiled children make the worst adults.
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New Bike Day is always a good day. Good to get some miles in while the weather’s not sucky.
Me (50ish white male) wearing a bike helmet, sunglasses, black tee and gray shorts, standing behind a black Soma Pescadero bicycle. Profile shot of Soma Pescadero bicycle, leaning against a gray cinderblock wall.
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Writing teaches you many lessons in life, one of the most important being that whatever it is you’re trying to say, someone else has already said it better.
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I was about to reply to a particularly inane and pointless comment with “You know you can just not say anything” and then for once I decided to actually follow my own advice.
Except for saying this.
Dammit.
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I would gladly accept a music festival of all the bands that Joey from Walt Mink has drummed for.
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For those who missed out on the nonstop knee-slapping hilarity of The Cold War, we’re now perpetrating exactly the sort of human rights abuses and crimes against humanity that we used to unequivocally condemn, covertly invade and/or topple the governments of other nations for.