Bingo. Trump already started playing with his corporate finger puppets, emboldening some, threatening others.
Same reason Zuckerberg, surely the expert on the matter, had this weird rambling about “masculine energy” very recently. What a Trumpian phrase.

Just a few days ago, someone I know had to be hospitalized because of somehow slipping and smashing badly into their desk while doing normal, boring office work. From how it was described to me, I cannot help thinking sex was somehow involved, like receiving or giving oral sex from under the table maybe.
EDIT: Typing this, I was reminded of a guy who got smacked in the back of his head. Got X-rayed, everything looked normal. They kept him in the hospital for observation, though. X-ray again after an hour, a huge hematoma had evolved under his skin, pressing on the upper spine. They immediately drained it. Otherwise, it would have killed him very quickly.

Yeah I guess it’s always been this way. Does anyone remember the Captain Oblivious mp3 “mixtapes” he used to put out regularly, like 20 years ago? Indie and underground music. Rule of thumb, I would listen to only about 1 in 20 songs more than once.

That all adults are smokers.

This quote really struck a chord with me:

Over the years as we all worked our way into time as if it were a field of sawgrass, cutting our ankles, a slog into middle age for me and a slow sunken decline towards death for the generation before me and my siblings. There were break-ups, fuck-ups, children and my own struggles with misty sorrow that has seemed to follow me like a sick-feral cat. A walking disappointment was what I felt like much of the time, even though I had enough confidence in myself to live the kind of life I desired. […] In my mind I see the universe swirling like a giant whirlpool swallowing up everything all at once, and in this grand whirlpool people are smaller than a droplet of water rushing over Niagara Falls and then become mist. And when I die, my memories die with me and perhaps for one or two generations I will be remembered for a few things in my life but not for the mundane or what my daily interactions were like, not the cuddling of my dog nor the pride in my children or the laughter I was a part of, so much laughter that it caused people’s head’s to turn.