I want to feel seen, and so that is why I fell into the social-microblog tumblr web. But, now I am realizing, I am also striving for privacy. I want to be a private person. So wanting to be seen and listened to and validated are all at odds with -- what I feel is a core characteristic of myself, which is -- my reluctance to be open, even semi-anonymously on the internet.

WHO is going to read this blog? What purpose does this serve? I wrote all this code and what I should have really been doing was WRITING IN MY JOURNAL.

no sillyness!

SUGA SUGA I-- I NEED TO, LIKE, KEYSMASH HERE, TO DESCRIBE THE EFFECT THIS SONG HAS ON ME. IT RESONATES WITH SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE OF -- THIS SOUNDS HYPERBOLIC, BUT -- OF MY HEART.

PLEASE, I NEED SOMEONE TO HEAR THIS TRANSMISSION *voice of a final-girl-type character in the cockpit of a space station, or other mode of galactic travel, maybe intergalactic?*

last night in the shower iwas listening to music in the shower (vibing) and then i got to thinking about um less call them nebulous family things and dynamics (not involving me) and then it made me sad when i included myself in the calculus so i decided to stop thinking that train of thought!

Dave Monks's voice is like unlistenable to me now

> be me

> try to use the sveltekit interactive tutorial in firefox

> asks me to fiddle with browser and i guess when that doesn't work it is my adblockers that are at fault

> tries to use safari

> site tells me to use another, "modern" browser

> ???

> i guess i have chrome still installed?

> profit?

I just bought the domain [my KCLS library card number minus some leading zeroes].xyz for $0.99/year.

Me: logs into Trav's Amazon
Him: getting the new login email
Me: It's just me
Him: Hacker!
Me: It's a social hack! Our six-year-long relationship was just to get into your Amazon account!
Him: That is a long con.