The reason I have not been writing as much is because I have not had a desk nor a desk chair. As of yesterday, I finally have both. So get ready because now The Posting Resumes.

I have made a PLEDGE to MYSELF that I will update my website at least once a day now. It’s just that with the pandemic and all, I have not created as many memories, and also I’ve kinda been tired of my own thoughts. But maybe I’m getting over the latter. Or anyway I have something to say again (I think).

Thanks for reading! ☆彡

I used to watch Norm on Weekend Update every Saturday night as a kid. I’ve seen pretty much everything he’s ever made or been in since. Norm was a comedic genius who had no equal . . . truly one of God’s own prototypes. He was and still is a huge inspiration to me. I’ve been genuinely upset the last few days knowing that he’s gone now. Rest in peace brother.

a lot of the things i liked about my life and which made my life worth living are gone now. i’m not really sure what a person is supposed to do when that happens. i keep getting that strange facsimile / photocopy feeling whenever i do things i’ve always done . . . like i’m just performing an empty ritual out of habit alone. it sure doesn’t make you feel good to realize that about yourself

i have to say, it is pretty incredible that the 1% have not only made poor people hate themselves, but they’ve also made poor people hate other poor people. talk about a supreme victory for whatever utterly psychotic and horrifying endgame they’re working on behind the scenes while the rest of us peasants eat each other. bravo i guess!

listen: if you think you’re anything other than cannon fodder to the people in charge, it is a failure of your imagination. we are fish food. what a misery.

I went to New York City a few days before I returned to California. I had not been back to New York since before the pandemic began. I stayed with Monty near Ridgewood, and slept in our friend Noah’s bed while he was away in LA. And I managed to see Melody, Molly, Katie, and dear Tracey . . . who is soon to be a published novelist! I ate pizza and noodles and sat in parks and went to bars with my friends, and walked about ten miles a day. It was a good ol time.

The day I left, there was a big hurricane, Hurricane Ida, on its way to the coast. I took a bus from Hudson Yards down to DC just hours before it started to pour. The bus was freezing. On the New Jersey turnpike I felt exhausted and sad. I had not had that much human interaction in probably six months or more, and leaving it again made me feel rotten as hell.

I’ll be back soon enough . . . but for now I am in Northern California, where pretty much everyone I know lives, and I reckon I feel all right again. Tomorrow I will finally have an apartment, and then I can get a desk and a couch and a TV, and so on, and invite people over. Lord! It has been so long since I have been able to do that. . . .

Well: good-night! ☆彡