Miguel has the energy of a freshman art major who just discovered Monster, the horniness of three normal men, and the common sense of the average golden retriever, I swear.

Never change, chico.

Actually, I take that back. Please try to gain just a leeetle more of a self preservation instinct. Pls.

If my health ever lets me go back, I'll probably do early arrival for build, Ranger 24/7 Monday-Thursday, hide except for the burns, then do tear-down. Starting Thursday night, all the selfish jackholes there for a weekend party just annoy the shit out of me. Community and art, that's where it's at.

It's easy to buy metal. It's impossible to buy the self-awareness necessary to know oneself and develop a personal style based on loves, preferences, aesthetics. His style comes off a shelf, and his emptiness makes it come off cringe.

My cringy style, on the other hand, is authentic and bone-deep.

Either they don't understand that "cool" comes from innate style and self-confidence, or they understand that and are painfully aware they can't manage it. Either way, they grasp for the easy signifiers of "cool," be that the famous portrait of Biggie or whatever the kids are doing these days

🤯 That's a whole new level of not getting the question.

I have friends who forge shit for fun, art, and because knives rock? Beyond that handful, no earthly idea.

They were fine with their cosmonauts exploding, but we weak Americans weren't tough enough to take on that risk! Pathetic!

(Srsly, graphite dust in electronics is Not Good, but people suck at nuance.)

I feel like the photo retouch artist deserves an individual credit on the inside of the cover (and here). Incredible work!

It's funny, the thing that felt weirdest was the dogs' fur and how people's hands tended to disappear into it or moosh it like it was dough. (The whole video just felt vaguely off when I first watched, but when someone pointed out it was GenAI, that was what stuck out on the rewatch.)

As a parent of a kid with Big Feelings, getting a shot at the doctor comes with a big risk of hour-long+ freakouts. Some people have needle phobias and/or contamination phobias.

Vaccine conspiracy theories give us a way to justify our freakouts and avoid doing the hard but right thing.

The worst is knowing that some of the kids there never had to be there.

I wish we could mandate that vaccine refusal required listening to a recording of whooping cough and signing a form acknowledging consequences. That sound will never leave me, and I haven't heard it in person.

When my kid was in the pediatric ward, it was practically empty; I didn't hear anyone but the nurses overnight.

But the powder-coated metal cribs sitting empty in the hallway, disinfected and ready, reduced me to tears quite a few times. I'm glad we have a PICU. I hate that we need it.

Thing I've learned from bad ideas at bonfires:

A thoroughly dry Christmas tree burns with a roar reminiscent of a jet engine, and flames are propelled out the top for a startling distance. It's not dissimilar to a prehistoric flamethrower. Fun if you are in the middle of a clear space. Not if not.

I swear by jojoba oil, though really, I mean the piercing bump stuff I use for my ears, cranky labret, lips, burns, etc.. I'll probably try out Teflon tape for going from 4g to 2g, because 6g to 4g took me fucking foreeeever.

Eh, I'm at "practically a flat white" (half strong coffee and half cow milk), and that's fine for me.

Though part of the reason I haven't seriously attempted intermittent fasting is because I'd need to quit my morning caffeine or do black coffee. No, thanks.