the dip seems fake

Brought @Oscar Liss to a couple of my daughter's basketball games, and I'd put his hoop knowledge up there with any dog's.

buying expensive cigars is like lighting your money on fire

Who’s your favorite death doula, Clint Eastwood in Unforrgiven “Deserve’s got nothin’ to do with it,” Samuel L Jackson in Pulp Fiction or Steven Seagal in Hard to Kill “Fuck you and die!” as he shoves the pool cue through the guy’s throat. Gotta go with Eastwood but it’s close. View quoted note →

I post ideas on Nostr that occur to me without much self-consciousness. Which is odd because it’s the only social media you can’t delete. Don’t know why it’s like that.

Sometimes I’m waiting for the subway and get trapped in my phone so that when it arrives I have to remind myself to get on it. Like dude your entire purpose of being in this station and killing time on your phone was to get into the cars that just pulled up.

I am lazy af but everything gets done. It’s like I have an AI robot, and it’s me. Can’t explain it. Maybe I’ve just trimmed the inefficiency out of life to a manageable level. I don’t know.

There are some intractable people and problems in my life I often bitch about, really unjust, unaccountable shit, but I have to remember while it’s bad luck I have those, my luck on the whole is unbelievably good.

One thing that gives me peace is knowing how mentally ill everyone is. In the past, you suspected it, but still had that lingering doubt: “what if this is a ‘me’ problem? What if it’s all just cope?” But now you know for sure they are really and truly ill, just epistemically derelict, worse even than you had imagined. And knowing that you can really understand, deep in your bones, “it’s not me, it’s them,” and there’s a lot of freedom in that.

The solution is always worse than the problem.