2024 edit:

Well I guess it didn’t work out with the guy referenced below.  Neat at first, but he revealed himself to be the type of man who had stopped growing up shortly before graduate school and has a shitton of smol-pp energy that’s exercised in his incessant need to hold a patronizing position too often.  Not really a good friend as much as a patronizing bored guy with a vacuum where he wishes fulfillment was even though he’s already checked a bunch of boxes so sure, he’ll chat.  But he won’t push himself the way I’d like to push myself, so I get when we don’t have a similar way. However he’s the kind of petulant who gets mad when other people don’t push their selves the way he pushes himself, and that’s kind of a big deal when you’re a suburban basement dweller who drives everywhere and married the girl you worked besides at target in college and thought was extra cute at the time, while I’m me. He ended up getting mad because I made him feel dumb and not respected so he sent me a malicious email essay with intentions that made me realize: I had put energy furthering a friendship with doorpunching manchild who’s happy to push others beneath his very not high place in the world, or disregard them.  The signs were there the whole time and I looked past them, and that’s probably because I need to rely on myself to be a champy-champ more.
Said email ended with reactive nonsense about women I attract and definitely didn’t have an envious tone, how good of a father I’ll be (?) and for a big finale instructing me to go run. (I then ran the next world major marathon and it was awesome.) Righteous bullshit like the above is exactly why I advised him to manage his neurodivergence without stimulants.

Anyway, I’ll never have an excuse to post this anywhere so leaving it here 😉

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Reconnected with the graduate adviser I best manned for from behavioral neuroscience lab. His ass is now a Ph. D in doing a cross-professorship in Singapore (GO MAN) and I think he has no clue what I’ve been up to for the last 4 years. (Wonder what’d happen if I shared, but I’m kind of just proud and impressed with what he wrote.) I had such a warm fuzzy feel when I read his response email, and that’s why I put so much into the guy in the first place. And right back, too. He’s got another with a different Way, and I kinda love and hope the best for him too.

Really think it’s important to know what you have, what you can grow, and keep moving forward with the best possible in your gut. Less apprehension, less negativity, but you lose the second your spirit is more deconstructive or insecure than constructive towards what you see is a better end. That advice goes for everyone . . .

Anyway, went to MOCCA yesterday. It’s pretty much the Indie-comicon.

This thing^

For 5 bucks you get lots of comics, books, styles, people selling and giving away cool shtuff, and you will see how all these illustrators, both starting and established, are putting themselves out there. Was a little flooded, but a great time. Hit the park after and at first, I guess I had my normal mix-vampire reaction to the sun. Here are some silly pictures as proof

cause then, like many things, I got used to it sorta fast.

And then, no one even knows

Went to a talk after, and i’m not sure I loved the academia pretentious NPR vibe. But daydrinking and night shmoke and pokes makes me think hey, not bad.

Disjuncture’s getting a lot of polish (this’s where my 4am’s been going)

Sushi buffet Sunday. Yeyeyey. I understand that taking pictures of great foods that you food is a new trend, so this is a picture of the glass of water that came with it.

It was almost as delicious as my cat

/endrant