Official “I have vanquished Thunderblight Ganon” face (with level-up screen capture middle finger).

It’s in… well-loved condition, but I can finally cross “own an issue of the Lee/Ditko AMAZING SPIDER-MAN run” off my life-list.

practice

Yesterday I was able – in a moment of clarity amidst a 0500 Zoom conversation (this is the time that I'm at my best for work, not necessarily human interaction, be it in person or as one end of a 14 hour, transcontinental and equatorial time difference) – to publish via conversation a thought I've had for a long time: that I've reached a point where I've accepted that I won't have a "career" as a writer and have reoriented my perspective of (self)publishing things as a sharing of the results of my writing practice, results be damned. Far healthier, I think – trying not to let neither the frustration that it took me this long to get to this point nor the shithead in my brain's efforts to reframe the perspective shift as "that's how a loser talks" cloud the issue. Far easier than it used to be, but still.

You may now consider me a full-fledged electric lawnmower devotee.

BIG MESS – Danny Elfman

Consider me (very) late to the game but better late than never, I suppose: this thing’s the face-tearing awesome from an Elfman unleashed that I didn’t know I needed today until I couldn’t stop listening. So good.

I had planned to write a thing about the thing that happened a year ago today but I've nothing to say about it: my feelings haven't changed, my sense of freedom remains undiminished. And that's that for that.