I’m just here for the free vacation.

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Cake day: October 10th, 2023

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  • We were at Bonnaroo in camp, and a guy comes up and sits with us. We don’t know him and he’s a bit odd, but radical inclusion and all that, so we let him stay. We try chatting to him, but he’s real weird. Also, he’s butt ass naked. We are all like “this is odd, right” but we all don’t say it out loud. Then naked guy asks for a knife. We notice he’s pulling at his foreskin and grumbling to himself that he is ‘itchy’. We say we don’t have a knife, and he starts to get mad. He leaves camp, and then we discover he’s stolen one of our phones. He leaves a voicemail saying he’s heading to space. We get the phone back. He pisses in a chair, then we find police on horses and tell them to take him in.

    Years later we hear from a friend of his that he was going through a dark time and had taken some drugs that only deepened the psychosis. He wanted to cut his dick off. It wasn’t the drugs though, he was already in that bad place. Mental health facilities are so important, and we should focus on those before blaming the straw that broke the camel’s dick.







  • No. I did that once (as a middle class person too proud to accept daddy’s help) and it was fucking awful. I lasted 8 months before I had to consult Bank of Dad, which I’m pretty impressed by, but everything about it sucked. I would steal loaves of bread from bakeries at 4am, as they’d leave them outside to cool. I’d go to late night chippies and make up stories about being on a great adventure for charity so they’d give me free chips, I’d buy my clothes from a market that sold soiled and ripped clothing donated from fast fashion stores, and I’d hand sew them back to acceptability so I could wear them. We’d dumpster dive, forage, and beg, and it still wasn’t enough. Rent started going on credit cards, I discovered new addictions I couldn’t afford just to cope with the pain of no heating, shitty food, and a general feeling of desperation. And I had a fucking safety net, I was nowhere near the suffering of most people at this kind of poverty line.

    Elon is a rich prick. I got a momentary taste of poverty and it was fucking awful. He would have caved in a day.




  • I’ve always had a rule that all my decisions should be the ones that make my mother the most proud. Sometimes it’s a choice between two things she’d probably dislike (like getting a tattoo or a piercing), but I always do the thing that has the better chance of making her proud.

    Recently I’ve started stealing from large evil corps. Not even gonna sugar coat it. I go to self checkout and just don’t scan things here or there. Whoops I left that thing in my cart. Whoops I left half of the bag of lemons off the scale and they rang up for 10c. Whoops, that eyeliner pencil fell into the unnecessary plastic wrap of that other thing and I didn’t scan it.

    I recently mentioned this to my mum and she laughed. She was proud. Because fuck Kroger, fuck these companies gouging us, stealing our land and food and ability to sustain ourselves without giving them a cut. Fuck people who hoard money so hard that people fucking die because of it. Boycotting shitty companies is what makes mums proud.





  • Actually I use it as a starting point for fungi. Seek will usually get me to the genus, and from there I can cross reference various books to narrow it down. Hell, sometimes it’ll give me an exact match, and then I just have to perform a yes or no ID with my field guides. That being said, I mostly end up with no, I’m shit scared of all amanitas and most mushrooms just aren’t tasty enough to warrant the effort.


  • Airbnb is expensive. It also is often awkward, I always seem to get places where the owner wants to give me a tour of the place when I show up. Checkout time is always a massive stress, trying to figure out where the outside bin is, how to start the dishwasher, and remembering to return all the furniture to it’s original position, lest we break a rule and lose our deposit. You don’t get mini bars or room service or daily housekeeping, and you have no idea if the host is secretly keeping tabs on you somehow. It’s just so much more work to stay at an Airbnb than a hotel, with none of the cost benefits as a trade off.

    The other week we stayed at a Hilton and I checked in and out without speaking to a soul (via the app). It’s a no brainer at this point.