Everyone wants to be cool all the time. Nobody is cool all the time. So nobody gets what everybody wants. What a waste of fucking time. I want to be nice all the time. I want to say nice things that make people happy, that make people feel seen, so that the world can become a better place. Love will increase. Suffering will decrease. Not linearly, sadly. But over the long haul, the trend is upwards. I want to contribute what I can.
But again, nobody can be cool all the time. So there will be times when you think you’re saying something nice, but it isn’t perceived that way. Love does not increase, and suffering does not decrease. This only happens sometimes. But I don’t like it when it happens. It makes me feel all crawly. And then I feel like I’ve made somebody’s day worse, not better, and that’s a fucking terrible outcome. So then I get in a tizzy, and start trying to do “damage control”. Sending messages and shit, sometimes faster than the replies come, so they stack up, and I keep thinking of really important things to say, and by the time they get back to it, there’s like five longish messages waiting. Now they really are annoyed.
So instead, you have to try to be cool all the time, even though you will definitely fail some of the time. So, say there’s been a mishap of some kind. An unfortunate misunderstanding, perhaps. So you just hafta play it cool. Don’t spam them. Chances are, whoever it is will get over it quickly without your intervention. Let it be. Sometimes not doing a thing is the best thing you can do. If it continues to be a problem, then you can maybe say something about it. But you’ll be saying it from a position of deeper understanding of the issue, than if you’d said something immediately.
I hope we can all learn a valuable lesson here.
Generally speaking, would you rather have an even number of cookies or an odd number of cookies? Let’s assume that the number of cookies you have is a number that is, to you, a satisfactory number of cookies to have. Would you rather the number were even or odd? Explain your answer.
On the deep ocean floor, the water is not hospitable to life. But sometimes there are vents that are connected to the volcanic activity of the interior of the planet, and these thermal vents make the water warmer and I think also add nutrients to the water, such that they become oases of life in the desert of the ocean floor. Organisms live in and around these thermal vents that can’t live anywhere else on the planet.
So here’s the thing: what if stars in our universe are just thermal vents of some entirely other system? Whether they are or not, they serve exactly the same function as a thermal vent does to those microbes and whatnot that call its proximity home.
I just thought that was interesting.
In the kitchen, I was putting away my water bottle and keys and stuff, when it hit me: nothing is perfect, and never will be. And I got to thinking, so what’s the fucking point? If it can’t be perfect, why even bother? There will always be injustice, there will always be suffering, some people have it better than others for no reason and that’s always going to be the case and it’s totally not fair so why do we even fucking put up with it? Worldwide suicide. We’re not good enough, and we never will be.
There’s gotta be something wrong with this line of thinking. There’s a quote. “Perfect is the enemy of the good.” I think that’s what’s at work here. In focusing on the perfect, you minimize all in the world that is good and just, and there are some of those things. You should boost the good, not castigate it for being imperfect. Perfect is never a thing, literally can’t be. It’s just an idea that poisons and rots and cheapens everything. Everything. Yeah, I gotta get outta this shit. I think I just wrote myself out of it, so that’s kinda cool. Writing as therapy. Wouldn’t be the first time.
I decided a couple weeks ago that my room needed another sign. (You’ll recall the other one I got recently.) For this one, instead of a gag, I decided to do one of my favorite old sayings.
This was on a sticker that Steph got me years ago when she was away somewhere. She handed me the sticker, and I looked at it, and it hit me just right, the way things sometimes do. I laughed so hard that I made no sound, my vision dimmed, and I felt like my head was going to implode. It was one of the best laughs of my life, in spite of the fact that it made me concerned that I might die or pass out or something.
I kept the sticker for a long time and then finally stuck it on something, but it’s not exactly on display. The new sign will feature the message prominently and instill delight in me whenever I notice it. So that’s nice.
I mixed up my 3×3. I was trying to do a trick, you know, where you move the centers around so that each face is a ring of one color with a different color in the middle. I got it into that configuration, but I got lost trying to get it back out. Realizing it was a time of destiny, I went ahead and really mixed it. There’s just one acceptable method for this thing to get solved again, and that’s for me to put it through its turns.
I’ll get to it. At the moment I’m more interested in playing with the 2×2 that I ordered to tide me over until the 3×3 got here. They both arrived yesterday. That wasn’t a fail; the ordering of the 2×2, not the delivery, is what was tiding me over. Having them arrive at the same time was a big win.
I’ve mixed the 2×2 and solved it once, and I wanna do it a couple more times, get comfortable with it, and try to get familiar with the concepts on an exponentially simpler cube. Plus it’s totally cute, this 2×2. I’m not ready to abandon it yet.
I got a bug up my ass. I decided to buy a Rubik’s Cube and learn how to solve it. Technically it’s not a Rubik’s Cube. It’s a Gan 356 M stickerless magnetic speed cube. I didn’t go as high end as I could have. I coulda spent twice as much as I did. I spent $32.01. The cube is getting here on Sunday.
Why did I do this? Why did this bug come to my anus for shelter? Cubes always mystified me. I couldn’t imagine any way to even begin to approach solving one. Best I ever did was two colors. 42 years the cube’s been out. It’s almost as old as I am. And I’ve been in awe of it that entire time. And now I’m gonna solve the motherfucker. And then I’ll have this really fucking nice fidget toy on my desk that I can fuck with whenever I want.
I want you to see the cube I got. Go look at it if you want. Maybe I’ll do a followup post when it gets here and when I solve it and that kind of thing. I don’t know. I’m excited.
That’s sung the same way you’d sing “Five gold rings” from “The Twelve Days of Christmas”. In case you were wondering.
That’s right, I have now written three million words in my diary. Took almost exactly 11 years to do it, so I’m not very fast. But I am prolific.
So what does it mean? It means this is a world class diary I’m working on here. It is noteworthy. So that’s kinda cool. My plan going forward is to continue to write every day. Gotta get to four million, don’tcha know.
“Bod” is a bit of a reach, but I’ll allow it. Are there any other simple combinations of letters that can form a valid word regardless of which vowel you stick in it?
Here is an alphabetical listing of all the songs in my playlist. Currently there are 2,260 songs. Give me the list back with a check mark next to each song you want removed. Also at that time, you will give me a list of the songs you want to add to the playlist, and I will mark off those songs I don’t want to add.
That will give us two lists of songs. Songs to be removed, and songs to be added. We will sit down together, on multiple occasions as needed, and go through the lists. For each song, there will be a verbal debate. If at the end there is still no consensus, each of us will write a paragraph about their desires for the current song, whether it be urging it to stay in or be removed. These paragraphs will be judged by a three-person panel of our friends and family, who will discuss them and then issue a verdict.
The rules for issuing verdicts are as follows: each of these judges will be given two stones, a red and a green. A red stone indicates the song should not be on the playlist, and a green stone indicates it should. You indicate your readiness to vote by placing the appropriate stone in your closed fist and holding it out in front of you. Once all three judges are ready, the hands are opened simultaneously, and the votes are revealed. If there are more red stones than green, the song is eliminated, and if there are more green stones than red, the song is included.
Does the song stay or go? We will go through this process for each song on each list.
This is how this shit works in real life, isn’t it?