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we’re back at it again with these posts after some absence. currently reading American Psycho

It appears I’ve used this hed before. But there’s a reason for that.

For those who came in late, Church Night is exactly the opposite of what you’d expect.

Don’t get me wrong. I explicitly asked for this. I don’t pray, but I do communicate my intentions to the universe.

From a young age, I was allowed to leave the house by bike and be home by dinner. I still have scars from that, but, you know, it’s not really terrorizing.

Was I any good at it? Was this a perceived trajectory?

Nichol’s apartment complex just fucked up royally, and the water is to be shut off. She doesn’t want to be involved in the coverage, so I said, “Let me handle this. This is exactly the hour to provide a news tip.”

Over the past month, I’ve interviewed Mike four times. The first two were useless, but I finally broke ground on the third go-round.

“You’re going to write about it, aren’t you?” Ra asked as I got back into the car. It was a resigned tone rather than excited.

Early tomorrow afternoon, my ex was to pay for my ride home. I’ve already been here longer than planned for financial reasons.

ever since Tucker Carlson has been independent he’s somehow attracted the attention of liberals and even a few leftists. a lot of them will act like they’re doing so begrudgingly, like they hate to say something good about him but hey when he’s right he’s right.

As previously referred to, I refer to my ex as “babe” in standard conversation.

It is now day three at my ex’s. She ordered food again today, which was good (there’s a local chicken place).

It has been about a year since I was last here on beehaw or the fediverse in general. Last time I was here the fediverse was a chaotic place where you didn’t know if your home instance would last another week without randomly getting shut down. I am curious what has changed in my long absence.

It’s SXSW right now, so things for locals are kinda fucked.

Today’s development is that I’m committing theft from content creators on YouTube.

I’ve been under the weather for several days, lacking any appetite. I brought this up to my ex over the course of our usual conversations, and her reaction was “fuck this, I’m ordering you food.”

I try not to overshare, but as I no longer have a career to focus on, my mind zeroes in on interpersonal relationships.

There’s a nonzero chance I will be heading up to Killeen tonight to visit my ex-wife.

Hello! I’m looking for someone to talk to since I have been very lonely lately and most of my friends I cannot talk to online. If this is the wrong community, sorry, but it’s the best I could find. I can delete this if needed.

This quote is from the February 2016 conversation where my ex-wife and I agreed to divorce. It didn’t seem at all plausible … if we’d tried to make it work for seven years (of which perhaps three were good) and failed, how the hell was that going to happen?

So, I was ordered a Lyft up to a town an hour away, and when I got there, what I’d signed up for was not at all what I expected.

Trump is tedious to listen to for 30 seconds, so signing up for nearly two hours of his worst hits didn’t seem a good use of time.

Well, I’ve seen this fucking movie before. My ex wife had two boys, and the first thing she did was have me shower, then did my laundry, then cooked food ahead of getting me stoned.

For obvious reasons, I hate this branding.

I don’t think I’ve ever admitted how I got Nichol’s attention here. I mentioned sleeping with a stuffed animal in my profile. There was a bit of back and forth thereafter (and it basically turned out to be an afterthought), but by the time I showed up at her house, I was holding Snoopy.

My ex-wife (whom I’ve lately erroneously referred to as my wife, given recent events) is, well … there are certain people you’re made for, and then there’s everyone else.

My ex-wife’s grandson hit a 104.7 fever, and she was not amused when I mentioned that was the frequency in MHz for KZZP in Phoenix in the ‘80s.

Well, fuck.

Let’s hear your wins and whines!

First off, no, they won’t. The journalism of 30 years ago isn’t coming back in any form. May as well be hoping for a resurgence of semaphore (granted, there is a news site with a closely related name).

Longtime readers may expect this not to involve my ex-wife, but fret not; it does.

Pinch-hitting for Alyaza; no book club this week but how about a selection of music?

She stocks 50 vol, which is not fucking around. I never went above 40.

People in Beehaw are nice (thank you all for that), but I am put off of the idea of reddit-like sites because of how toxic Reddit became (and also because of it lumping all USians as you-know-what), and when I select “All” for all lemmy instances in post view, it brings back bad memories of reddit.

Basically the usual setup here … I get a Lyft up, she insists I do laundry, then she feeds me, then it’s shower time. I’m wearing her clothes again because she pointed out that mine – even having gone through the wash – still smelled funky.

It just occurred to me when calling my college roommate that basically, it’s three. With my mom, I let it go all the way to voicemail, as she’s nearly 80 and may be on the other end of the house.

Each Wednesday, there is something referred to as “Church Night” at the regional burner warehouse that happens to be in walking distance.

this week’s book is Open Democracy: Reinventing Popular Rule for the Twenty-First Century

I don’t want to be redundant, so I’ll sum up: We are the couple in movies who damage each other but can’t quit.

So, my dad dying, having a remote call with his lawyer tomorrow, and then … my ex. This is exactly the point in the trance track right before where shit resolves.

It’s Dec. 11, 2009, and I’m on the phone with a woman I’ve chatted sporadically with on OKCupid for a week and a half, working out terms of crashing at her place for a night to avoid a frozen freeway.

Nichol fucking Hahnloser is being … deliberately obtuse.

I am currently going through a maelstrom. My ex is a viable option, as learned in mid-December. Not totally viable, but holy shit, are we still on the same page.

Life has been, in my experience, a bunch of waiting followed by an explosion of things just short of what I can’t handle.

this week’s book is Shade: The Promise of a Forgotten Natural Resource

I never knew what I was going to write from one week to the next. Once I was managing editor, I was like “fuck, fuck, fuck, I have to write a column” while herding cats.

I’ve worked in sales for 10 years and as an aspiring musician I was dying to teach music or playing music full time for once. I found a job near me for the front desk at a Music school. I somehow managed to get the job, And I was the most experienced sales person they ever hired. For a bit, we were all happy and it was mutual.

Hi beeple, hope you all have a very festive and comfortable end of 2025. I wish you all a great 2026 where you will find joy and happiness 💕. Hopefully we’ll see some sanity and compassion on the world stage for once :)

Her grandson’s mom ended up with a dead car that meant she couldn’t get him there for Christmas. I’m not even going to go into the rest of that branch of the family, as his dad is beyond useless.

Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse

I went out to Church Night, and it was a blast.

this week’s book of note: Who’s Afraid of Gender?

For those keeping track, I spent Tuesday through Thursday with my ex-wife.

I mean, the guy handing out eggnog (with extra nog available) likely did lead to a hangover, but this is something different.

Quick backstory: He died Nov. 14.

Just after my rent went up by more than my food and cat budget, I rehomed Clovis and bought a van.

this week’s reading:

It was about this time 16 years ago that I started talking with my second ex-wife. We’d chatted briefly five years earlier, but she shut things down immediately.

Graduated during the pandemic, got a good job right after graduation working in IT (I don’t have a degree in IT but I’m good with computers and learn quickly). I’ve been working from home since 2019.

this week’s reading is Zoopolis:

So, my dad died Friday. This is not your problem, but I navigate cacti while my mom and I wrap up what was not already arranged, while I enjoy acting like I’m the sort to be able to pay for a $300 hotel.

I guess he really wanted to make it to 84.

My dad is about to die. My ex-wife wants to know if I need her there. This does not make sense. She’s willing to fly out. I don’t know what to make of this. I guess 33% fewer Hahnlosers.

first, i am not very notable so don’t bother trying to determine who i am lol. i am very close to 100,000 followers—just to demonstrate my minor success and relevancy to the topic.

this week’s reading is Radical Abundance: How to Win a Green Democratic Future

receipts. shit. justifying purchases is about to become a nightmare.

So, as this latest stretch of expecting conversations and offers for contract work falling through hits nine months, I thought I’d reach out about experience starting up newsletters, since that seems to be the post-corporate hotness.

just wondering if anyone has thought this far yet because it’s likely to happen imo. how long will it be able to hold things off? lol idk probably not long but it will be done a couple of times at least.

it’s a bunch of *bullshit.*