>didn't get as much done last night >guess I was just too casual about it >boss was not as happy today as yesterday >don't know what to say >only capable of certain amount of effort each day >meeting wifebot at gym, time to kill >read articles from The New Atlantis & Katherine Dee (default friend) >both of them narrow down the state of subculture "prole-ification" >mostly it focuses on a new rural social class, deemed "diner-goths" >first article describes these areas as "cultural deserts" >2020 marked an end point where the internet flooded in to fill that void >second article points out that subcultures always existed in the middle of nowhere >always 1 weeb or goth with an internet connection in every town >then why do we see more of them now? >because it turned out to be marketable >both articles agree: "mall-goth essentials became walmart essentials" >thinking about it on the treadmill >its hard to think and exercise, I guess thats the idea >chill tf out >get a smoothie >get a bagel
Captain's Log
Daily Entries by Captain Kino
>be me 23...
>got a lot done that night at work >boss was genuinely impressed >wasn't supposed to be here but he was covering >serious talk with me before I leave: >wants "flexibility" for the scheduling >doesn't get much more flexible than graveyard >says he'll finally move me up, something about my coworker >"i guess it's an open secret" >oh shit, this coworker had been looking for other work >was he leaving and I was taking his place? >"is he transferring" >"what? no, to another store?" >"oh, he'd mentioned something about it" >he had, and he also told me not to tell the boss >"No that's not happening," >"he's gonna be a poppa." >"so we have 8 months, but we gotta get you trained up." >shit, just sold out my coworker >for a raise maybe in the next 6-9 months >at least it'd be something >brain buzzing a bit from such a day and night and morning >rush home, completely forgot to go to store >wifebot wanted tacos for dinner >needed meat and ceviche >shit, I'll get it later >can't smoke can't smoke can't smoke >cold hard shower >2 melatonin caps >Knock the fuck out >wake up 7pm, wifebot almost home >use her car to run to Meat market >1 libra de carne y 1 libra de camaron >got what I needed this time >get home and whip up tacos >shell >seasoned beef >ceviche on top >hot sauce/sour cream >haven't thought about the website all fucking day >thats okay, don't worry about it tonight >got regular work to worry about >leave at 10pm
>barely woke up in time for class, still made it >professor's gonna be on a yap session today >101 stuff, things I learned last semester >actually work on scripts, funny >swap between screenplay script and website script >they sent a whole highschool class to come visit our building >they lined them up in the back looking at our screens >knew 100% they would say something dumb >scroll to blank page and avoid eye-contact >fortnite jokes and such a stank of cheap colognes >got home and we both wanted poke >we sat and ate there >another couple was eavesdropped on our conversation >came up and said some random shit, manic or something >looked up any new Liquidation Stores (aka the Bins) we haven't checked out yet >805 Liquidations >first one I've seen with boxes of parishable foods >tons of boxed pasta, cereals, expired jars of pickles >found a clive barker book >found a floor-standing microphone holder >see another one on google >Fun & Find, other side of town >we'll check it out >address leads to random grocery store >this one doesn't fucking exist I guess >went back home to keep playing Mewgenics >fucked up my run from last night >fuck it, new save >wifebot swears she would be good at game if I teach her >backseat game for a few levels, not quite getting it >wifebot falls asleep >managed to fuck up this second run >work tonight, I need to sleep too >10pm, dude I never wanna leave ever >pry myself out from my comfy bed >need my shirt out of her car >in garage, found Japanese Koolz >damn I miss my friend >smoke one on the way to work >fuck man, tired, shit sucks >get straight to work, stock stock stock >customers are chill somehow and I manage to be productive...
>woke up to a whatsapp call from Japan >MY GOAT, reporting for duty >TOKYO:11pm >CALIFORNIA:6am >"Good Morning Bruh" >Bro's got updates >he's in all kinds of trouble >lost a sweet one over a Lana Del Ray argument, caught some strays >barely following cuz it's so early, 4hrs of sleep >but Logan-san just made it home from his latest hang-out bar >says they should just hire him "that would be dope" >could be a sweet gig, esp with tips :l >"nah, they don't do that" :o >LMFAO, my baka westoid brain >fill him in on my bullshit >we're both working towards such big things >Most of my effort goes towards my paycheck, liquidity >He operates purely on status, I envy his pursuit >We talked about language, i gotta up my game before I get out there >just talking in general, i gotta get social and fast >Everything culminating for this summer, so many peoplWe to meet >"still got dinner plans after this, ttyl" >well, it's 7-fucking-am >class in 3 hours >wifebot wants to go to gym :s >ig im already fucking awake >2nd day at gym, still doing basics >drop her straight off at work after >drive her car to class, main lot, no parking pass >talk about budgeting in class >ok, might wanna pay attention to this one >take off, no ticket on her car >home and just want to finish website >4 hours of work, same amount I slept >eyes heavy,,, zzz >7pm, shit >I have her car, she's off at 7 >DASH AFAP >20 mins late, my bads... >cook dinner and eat over computer >roommate gifted me a copy of Mewgenics >(new game from Binding of Isaac Team) >Turn-based tile combat, little army of cats >i'm actually buns at these >cute as shit, funny as hell >don't pick favorites >crazy rng on some levels >Swap between this and web-dev... >4am, wifebot makes me go to bed
>my eyes crusted open at 1pm, couldn't get tf up >I weaned in and out of sleep while subtly planning my day in my head >so many fucking chores, self-care, just basic shit to function >don't know if I have the energy today >probably needed to eat something, desperately >at 2:30 I finally lugged myself out of bed and straight into the kitchen >A campbells chicken noodle soup was gonna be the basic sustenance I needed >I didn't feel much better honestly, but I was up and I had eaten >needed to clean my room first >especially the bed I'd been rotting in the last 10 hours >started rotating loads of laundry like a production line >Washer, dryer, fold, put away >Washer, dryer, fold, put away >its like 3:30, they needed help on set at 4 >fuck man do I have to? shoot the man a text >doesn't need me till 7 >first time I've actually felt fucking better >last load of laundry is just blankets >all my clothes are folded and put away >grab an outfit and finally take a fucking shower >trim, shave, buzz >face wash, beard treatment >everything man, I cut my nails and shit >feel fucking new >about an hour to spare >havent even thought about the website >guilt >guiltyplanet >meet all the crew at the beach, we're not filming today >it's the final scene and we wanna get it right >doing a line read and some blocking, just rehearsals >I'm a script supervisor, so I'm taking notes on everything >it's a very sentimental scene, we're shooting it last for a reason >these actors have been working together for 4 months now >the bond over time has really shown on the screen >this is the pinnacle of that >I think everyone's got it >they just have to pass the blunt back and fourth at the right lines >didn't have time to cook anything >me and wifebot just do a drive thru >I'm back on my laptop and smiling friends is on in the background
>left work jumping and kicking my heels >3 nights off, what a dream >the website is getting finished >wifebot is gonna meet me over here to go to the gym >it's a new thing, only gone a couple of times >I've gone before, used to be consistent >it's awkward, especially when it's been awhile >the early morning hours are mostly oldies, thank god >we just listened to our music and used our machines and didn't pay much mind to it >it was nice to get something physical out of the way early >i definitely wasn't doing shit the rest of the day >glued to my laptop for a couple hours till my eyes got heavy >woke up to throw chicken sandwiches in the fryer for dinner >still focused, need to be writing >eat and chill while wifebot watches TV >I kept my laptop open next to me and it whined at me when I looked away too long >she eventually knocked out and the lights/sounds of the computer were a little disruptive >I moved onto my PC in the other room and honestly needed a break from the website stuff >decided to play some demos for upcoming games I'm excited about >new one just dropped, 10HIT, stylistic, physics-based shooter from cool indie dev >it's similar to another one: WORLD OF DOGS, much grimier >"ANGEL" which was a new ambient breakcore track racer, some kind of rythym mechanics that didnt hit >Caravan Sandwitch, a pretty unique zelda-clone that's on sale, I'd rather finish TOTK or replay BOTW honestly >Motorslice, a slick action-platformer that's smooth and fun, still in development but can't wait for more >METAMORPHOSIS, an old EXE-looking horror sidescroller that has neuropathic scares, good shit
>fuck, late start from the night before >wifebot has day off, she's lucky >still, only day to get shit done >desperately need groceries >it costs almost $300 to feed us 2 for about a month >we split it >first stop, Trader joes: -fruits and vegetables -frozen meals -frozen fish -TJ brand shit you can only get there >everything else, winco -meats -milk, cheese, butter -bread -canned food -pantry fillers >shouldn't have gone to Trader joes first >gotta get the cold stuff home before it melts >unload and eat a snack >still so fucking tired, need to nap before work >frozen Jambalaya and shrimp for dinner, just panfried >have to go to fucking work >saturdays are busy as hell >everyone left braincells at home apparently >old senile fuck wanders in, gash on forehead talking nonsense >grabs cart, insists he just needs a couple things >mobility scooter parked in front >might've escaped the nursing home >fills up his cart all the way, tell him he's gotta wrap it up >brings cart to the front, disappears >meanwhile, I have other work to get done, can't babysit someone's grandpa >hear scurfuffle in corner of the store >this guy has a second cart filled all the way up too, overflowing even >TIME TO GO >brings everything up, swears he's gonna buy it >SHIT WONT EVEN FIT ON HIS SCOOTER >he got defensive and even said he'd take multiple trips if he had to >start ringing him up >scanned $800 dollars worth of shit, dying just trying to bag everything >right at the end, old guy smiles at me >"whoops, forgot my wallet at home, I'll have to be right back" >piss blood and die you geriatric fuck
>today is the motherfuckin day >buddy Ben aka drainreporter aka MACH5 is DJing tonight in LA >it's an awesome genre, unapologetically "2010's" style edm >line-up is interesting, so is the venue >"pour vous", hole in the wall bar in WeHo, higher-end spot >need to work on the site but need to sleep more... >7pm, wifebot is home and needs to get ready >fuck man, still sleepy >8pm, shit gotta get tf up and get ready for this shit >picking up zach and gf, tell them 9pm >means I got 45mins to get ready and head out >leave closer to 8:55, fuck it, we run on josh-time >by 9:30 we're on the freeway towards LA >club is less than an hour away, shouldn't be a big deal >classic landmarks and graffiti and smell of entering LA >WeHo is poppin, driving in this city is scary but I just pretend it's GTA >sketchy street parking it is >never know if I'm more worried about getting bipped or ticketed here >BOOM! club is poppin >$5 cover and security is trippin >weird fuckers on the door, sneako-looking goofballs >told us it was cash only, then told the people behind us that they took venmo or zelle >didn't pat anyone down or ask any real questions, most bribable bouncers I've ever seen >definitely fake ID's getting through, or hot enough he didn't even check >inside, I was seriously looking at the pinnacle of LA niche EDM culture in this moment >clock has definitely turned back, everything is Sleazed out >the french-deco and parisian themes were reminiscent of an era defined by Aesthetic Decay >these trends suffer a form of regression until they eventually dissolve >at the height of this, is the charming rot of los angeles >everything in that room was some centerpoint of culture, fighting to stay alive >the sprawling collapse of subculture was sprayed over the room, staining the drapes and carpet >it was intense, and the first DJ was carrying that with blunt rythyms and clipped, peaking melodies >it was all turned to 11 >it was a hard enviroment to be sober in, you were immediately out of place >the crowd was statuesque, the sea of curation was intimidating >some of the egos in that room were so dense you risked falling into their orbit just standing too close >in my head, I floated above it >up there, I found my friends who ran around like school children somewhere they weren't supposed to be >we all had a right to be there, we were all there for one reason >I bounced around awhile waiting for Ben's set >then it started... >MACH5 >the whole room leveled out to the mix on his laptop >the vibe had a significant increase >I bobbed my head on the outside rim of the crowd >I moved more and more as I got further in >it was uncontrollable, compulsive >every new sample built the hype >the groove grew and kicked and fell and kicked and grew again >eventually I made it to the front where I could see the magic happening >someone's iphone flashlight was the lifeblood of the set >the intricate fucking with knobs and levels of a DJ performing his art >couple clicks on the laptop, a fader and some effects >everyone else danced in destructive chaos, pure fun >here, a tinkerer was building something in his lab >the beat lived while this surgeon performed open heart surgery in front of everyone >another artist started tapping him on the shoulder and whispering stuff in his ear >he carefully dismantled his node from the complex sound system without disturbing the music >Cheers and Laughter and Dancing >Mach5 >there was more that night, other sets >Ben would even go on again later as backup for another artist >I was designated driver and I was responsible for an entire car of people >I found them getting hammered at the bar still >that was probably it for the night >we waited up for Ben, I hung around with my friends and reveled in the hype >when Ben was done, we gave him high-fives and hugs, he did awesome >we took pictures >I had to go... >the ride home was short, just breakcore and drunken chatter in my backseat >after dropping everyone off, me and wifebot drove home in silence >slept like a mf baby
>Dad finally sent me birthday money >$100 >I'll take it, definitely helps, i guess >called me up too after work >it's hard to fill him in, just wants everything to be good >I mean, things are good >still, its not fair >compared to how things have been in the past, everything is peachy >but when the words come out of my mouth, it just sounds okay >stability isn't my normal state, this is as good as it gets >don't know if I'll be able to make him see that >I'd hope he'd understand
>311 day, vibing with the energy today >ez class this morning >walked around campus to brainstorm plotlines with homies >otherwise, just focused on the website today >proper music can get me in a flowstate >311 >mental load of learning everything for the website is tiring man >need to rest before work, maybe wifebot will bring home dinner >BOOM! wake up to chipotle, 9pm >have to go to work but tummy is full >ask all my regulars at work if they know what day it is >311 baby
>production class this morning >feeling like a productive day but I don't have anything in particular >been in talks with some local musicians about starting a band >hasn't gone anywhere yet really >hit them up to tell them I'm free today >couple of them can meet at 5, the rest dont answer >told them to meet me in the parking lot of the collection >gone here in the past to practice acoustic music with a friend before >im supposed to be drummer, I brought a kick, practice pad, and sticks >also brought my guitar, don't know if we're gonna jam but might as well bring >got my spot and I was obviously the first one >run down to grab some food, some nasty corndogs from this new trendy spot >1 guy has arrived by the time I get back to my car, cool guy supposed to do vocals >offered him a corndog, talked about bands we liked and what we wanna sound like >second guy got there, guitarist, he's putting the whole thing together and he's pretty hype >lots of solid taste and vision from these guys >got out my guitar to show some tones and different keys we could start with >only one who brought an instrument, they mostly wanna talk >chick in the band can't make it today >we wanna pick a new name but we all wanna be together before making a decision like that >decide on 3 tracks, an ep >all loose, weird feeling but we couldn't finalize anything >need a proper jam and decision-making session >they've got connects at CSUN, apparently some kind of music department with equipment >we agreed on saturday, and sent a text to the groupchat for the rest >nobody responded... >playing instruments for 6 years now, this is how every band effort has gone >music career is over b4 it started bros...
>busy day so I needed some rest >woke up at 2:30, need to help with a shoot at 3 >hoping to cut my hair first, only have time to shower >meet the crew outside a smoke shop for the first location >owner is a jolly old guy named jesus, sold me an arizona and slimjim >we shot next to a busy street with an actor dressed homeless >city-goers were having funny reactions, like we were news or something >we needed to pick somewhere for the second location >I remembered an old abandoned parking lot we used to have shows at >take everyone there >funny cause there's an actual homeless camp here >we got our shots and someone managed to score some beers >with shooting wrapped we hung out and talked about high school stories >I left around 5:50 cause I was supposed to meet my other friend at the courts >I picked him up and we shot some hoops, talked alot about art and politics >time ran past 7, forgot I had to run to the grocery store for tacos >just needed a couple things so I ran through >needed some ceviche at the meat market, but they only speak spanish >I wanted Fish and Shrimp together, I called the shrimp "gamba" instead of "camaron" >just got a pound of fish ceviche, but alright >got home by 8pm and started cooking >no work tonight but I need to focus on the website
>wifebot has the day off and wanted poke sooo bad this morning >we sat and ate at the local poke place for a while, planned the rest of the day >there was a goodwill around the corner >the clothes are hit and miss >someone's manga collection had been donated, 1 entire series, sort-of degen honestly >there were a couple other cool books so I thought maybe I'd save the manga >wifebot veto'd >I did also find a giant digital art canvas, apparently worth like $150 >bought it for $10 >next we went to the bins, dug around for a long time >we got a TENS muscle spasm machine >giant Warhammer 40,000 figure >starlink router(missing the aentenna) >that was pretty much it for the day >I have work tonight and I just need to get some sleep before then >we got some ice cream before heading home >the metals from the fish help me sleep so well >zzz >woke up and went to work
>I ran to Von's after work to get essentials for burgers >I don't have any other food at my house so I needed each part >Meat,Cheese,Buns and lettuce >Didn't buy beer cause I know I can steal some from my mom's house >get in and take the dog for a walk >when I get back and look in the fridge, jackpot, motherload >my neighbors must have had a carne asada and had a bunch left over >I took 3 Modelo, 3 Pacifica, 3 Coronas, and 3 805s >basically a 12 pack >go home and lay everything out, get it ready for 5pm >tired asf, shower off the night before and get into cozy pajamas >zzz >call at 5pm from friend pulling up outside >I had clothes ready but I let him in really quick before changing >time for to prep burgers into meatwads then press and season them >roomate helps cut lettuce, tomatoes, and onions >all the while more people are pulling up >Isac, James, Ben, 2 guys named Angel, and another guy named josh > + roomates but I didn't give them much heads-up and it was getting loud >move everyone outside to grill patties >meat shrinks a bunch, should've gotten leaner beef, the 20% fat burns off >prep buns and pass out plates >slide my meat in EVERYONE's buns >the other josh also has ribs he's gonna grill up >once everyone has some burger I clear off the grill and steamclean it >josh starts ribs as wifebot gets home >I just woke up and started cooking >everyone wants to go to the bar but I need finish my basic hygene and shit >order some ubers to the bar, the 2 couples split one. >driver is old religious nut, kept talking to us but it was fine >the bars in town are millenial hotspots >each has different pour levels, we get one drink at each usually >at the very end of the strip is the gay bar, we got no problems going in there >obv has the best music, only music we can really dance to >tried to play pool together but old lady was only taking 1v1s >I went up against her and she schooled me, excuse was obv my hand being broken >ordered a second uber home
>I left work hyped as hell >tickets for "Snuffed on Sight" tonight >HxC band I've seen a couple times already, always a gnarly pit >couple years ago, guy dressed as batman pulled up >a shirt of theres has been a permanent addition to my wardrobe since >needed to make sure I got sleep now, this shit was gonna tire me out >hit up little brother before I passed out >I was 15 when I went to my first show >he's been asking alot about what I used to do in high school >Punk and Hardcore shows was it for me, socially at least >he's gonna go, gotta pick him up at 6 for a 7pm show >zzz >calls me at 5, then again at 5:30 after I had woken up >asked me what to wear >something you can take a beating in, that you don't mind getting dirty >gotta head over to pick him up >was planning on getting food but he'd already eaten >when we got there, we ran through the corner store for energy drinks and water >I was explaining alot of punk etiquette to him, he asked what the rules were >told him he was young and small enough that it didn't really matter >he's a little gymrat so he roidraged over me calling him small >I tried to explain that it's a question of mass in there, no weight classes or nothing >a couple fat dudes walked by, definitely heading to the show, I pointed them out to him >"are they all gonna be that big?" he asked >as we waited for the first band, i saw him looking tiktoks of mosh pits >the social enviroment was weird for him, even tho he's pretty popular >none of that mattered when we walked in and pinned ourselves against a wall next to the stage >first band is a local fav, adapted from an abandoned shoegaze band >we were one row behind but a couple people jumped over or kicked high enough to hit us >you always wanna look tough, but it's hard not to smile when crazy shit happens >Little brother told me he liked the music, and I could tell there was some adrenaline pumping >I'm glad I was technically straight-edge for this show, its been awhile >Back in the day that adrenaline rush was enough to get me through weeks of school and shit at home >it was definitely coming back to me right then too >we didn't talk to anybody but I pointed out my friends, people he might've met before >a couple bands in, Isac showed up, him and aiden go wayy back >I still had work at 10:30, and I wanted to get food before I dropped my brother off >I really wanted to hear Snuffed on Sight, but it was 9:30 and they hadn't started yet >we decided on Denny's for dinner but we'd have to leave soon >music started playing, we could stay for 10 minutes >the last set is always the craziest, we were packed like sardines, no respect for personal space >we head off at 10 and called our denny's order in for take-out >stupid AI lady on the line >Moons over My Hammy sandwich >lumberjack slam with a milkshake >grabbed the food and dropped him off at home >had a quick second to grub before throwing on my work shirt and heading in >first customers were some tall white guys, heard one of them mention a show >asked them about it, yup, same show >I lifted my work shirt to show my Snuffed on Sight one underneath >I just came straight from there and clocked in lmao...
>Today's payday, but it is completely random when the check hits my bank >its also one of those odd months where I get paid a couple days AFTER bills are due >account is overdrawn >the thought of leaving the house today is grueling >still in bed at 9:50, my screenwriting class is at 10 >car is low on gas and parked a block over >no free spots means I have to buy a day-pass (psych!) >late but made it to class at least >basic stuff about conflict and plot structure >brought up Aristotle and his view on stories driven by plot vs character >I struggle with characters for the same reasons >it's hard to create a character and then place them in a conflict >conflicts arise from the conditions of the character >I start with the conflict and then I have to create a character who meets the conditions >something to work on... >didn't get a ticket, next time is my third strike for sure >went home, tired and hungry just like yesterday >paycheck meant we'd go grocery shopping soon >gotta clean out the freezer, time for a buffet >1 chicken patty leftover, airfry for 10 minutes >trader joes pork dumplings, steam on stovetop >got too fat and hungry while waiting, microwaved 2 corndogs >wanted to play some video games after eating >food coma takes over... >still have work >luckily I got some sleep before heading out
>class again today, production >wifebot had a doctors appointment but it was done early so she had an hour to spare >met her for coffee and a bagel for breakfast >always a vietnamese latte, I think they just use condensed milk >didn't finish it before class and couldn't bring it in, left it in the car >nothing too important today, tired for some reason, slumping in my chair >ice melted and watered down my coffee, needed caffeine desperately and still drank >tired and hungry, I dont understand >only thing I needed to get done was cleaning my grill >full chemical scrub and spraydown rinse, hasn't been done since I moved >I did freelance work for a grill cleaning business, website and art design >owner was going crazy on chatGPT, wanted miles of text and images all AI-generated >couldn't resolve the disagreements and he fired me >needed a job at the time and I never asked him if I could clean grills >seemed like a step down from a creative role like I had >here I was scrubbing my own grill, and it was honestly satisfying work >I probably could've made a good grill cleaner >thought completing a task would make me less tired >fuck it, just need to sleep >4hr nap >waking up from daytime naps is always a disorienting experience >not tired anymore but still hungry, told wifebot we'd get food when she was off >just want to play video games >new season of Rainbow 6 is out, they added Solid Snake, dope >played a couple hours with my friends >call from wifebot, pulling a double at work >don't have to stop playing and I can finally eat >found some leftovers in the fridge(still good hopefully) >couple beers will nuetralize any bad bacteria I'm sure >drunk and gaming, hell yea...
>off at 7am and mad for no apparent reason >day 3 off the smokes, probably explains it >just heard shamrock shakes are back, damn I really need a vice >closest mcdonalds to work, ice cream machine broke >I don't care that it's 7am give me my fucking milkshake, bitch >2 mcdonalds between here and home, I will have my green custard >Golden Arches off highway >full breakfast meal for mrfatass here, don't forget the 7am milkshake >first window, pay for food >second window, tells me "there's an issue with the shake machine" >fml, these fuckers can't make a shake with mint green food dye >wagie offered refund and I kept the muffin and hashbrowns for damages >3rd mcdonalds drive thru this morning because I will kill myself if I don't get this fucking mint milkshake >finally fucking have it, atp just gonna save for when I get home >chow tf down >director friend needs me as a backup cam operator at 2pm >just need some sleep >stomach full, eyes closed, drift off >wake up to insides cooking and bubbling >already 2pm motherfucker >shit my brains out for another half-hour >really missing an entire day on set for this >text friend, humiliated >with the graveyard shifts, people cut me a lot of slack >wifebot is doing things around the house, asks if I can help >actually poisoned by a promotional drink mix that was probably left unrefrigerated for an extended period of time >bedridden for almost the entire day
>trump started bombing Iran today >they already used the "Nuclear weapon" line, Trump said that was over like 3 months ago >obviously no official declaration of war or anything, conflicting justifications from heads of state >POTUS has to be losing it, can't tell who's really asking for this >probably just flooding the timeline cause of epstein or some shit >living in a death machine >literally and symbolically >in the belly of a death machine -A.J.J. >Israel heavily involved >apparently Iran would counterstrike a planned israeli attack and the US jumped the gun... >the intelligence apparatus of these countries turned in on each other and we panic'd >it was a giant shit-sandwich and Trump just took a bite >Ayotollah is dead >is it over now? does shit still work like that in the 21st century? >I really don't wanna go to war...
>just working and smoking and working and smoking through the last couple days >really need to get working on website, need to get working on a few things >need to lock in for a couple months >3 month plan: -full-stack deployment for guiltypla.net -passport to go to japan -$1500 saved >friends are coming over later, ill tell them abt my plan >stash is out, down to last doob >classic sign, need to quit smoking >this should be my last smoke for a bit...
>wifebot has the day Off >very basic plan: walk down main st, get some mexican food >school again this morning, same screenwriting class with my 2 homies >parked in the main lot and didn't buy a day-pass, need to dip right after class >more character stuff: transformation and redemption, fall arcs and tragedies >got out without a ticket #tybg >wifebot ready by the time I get home >straight downtown, park in the shitty, pissy parking structure >couple cool places, few of my favorites have moved out >goodwill here is bone dry, constantly picked at by locals desperate for some swag >exchange shop next door is always slightly better, but prices range mid-high >totally hit or miss, but nothing I'd drop $30-40 on... >exception: specialxForcesxHardXcore merch for cheap (shoutout!) >next store is a craft shop owned and operated by autistic people >gnarly swag, got a flaming chainwallet and a pair of sunglasses I desperately needed >rest of the clothing spots are desperate resellers >still some dope antique shops >hit up ancient bookstore owned by freemasons, crazy knowledge >corner is dedicated to philosophy manuscripts and old medical journals >me and wifebot setup there for 20-30mins >Antique store hits different since we've been watching Mad Men >it's all from that era and it's easy to imagine people using them >like branded candy dispensers and racist minstrel dolls >Last place was straight grungy >looked more like some dude's garage, crazy slowcore 90's playlist playing, "closing Soon" sign out front >had old war photos and patches, crazy stuff >a rack was wedged behind some other shit, had a pair of thick red cargo pants with camo print >absolutely needed to cop >said places are closing cause of some crazy lazy throwing frivilous lawsuits at everyone >Dinner time >torta asada, crazy style >still got work tonight >food knocked me tf out as soon as I got home >boom, its 10 motherfucker, get tf up >fuck me fuck me fuck me >just need a fucking cigarette >made it on time, not a crazy shift >cracked an energy drink immediately and smoked again on my break >yeesh
>not feeling as sick but drowsy from the cough medicine #sizzrp >me and wifebot both left at 10am >she has work, I have a film production class >nabbed a free parking spot and got to class early >favorite professor I've ever had >basically the ONLY professor I've ever had >runs most of the film department solo >badass human being >most of what she's taught me about production applies to life overall >first real day off holy shit >Video Games >Video Games all fucking day >still sick and home from work? >what else do you do? >Rainbow 6 new season is about to drop >must grind... >didn't even notice wifebot was home >my bad >nothing pizza can't fix (got a coupon for carry-out) >while we wait for the pizza to cook we played their arcade games >terminator pinball machine that replays at 10,000,000 >got to play 3 games on 1 credit, high score 21,000,000 >wifebot got candies and rubber balls from a claw machine >when pizza was done we ran through a corner store on the way home >I grabbed smirnoff screwdrivers and imported energy drinks >hoped I could run off caffeine and game well into the night >energy drink was no match for the alchohol + cough medicine mixture >got real tired around eleven >prob fell asleep before midnight >ZZZ
>work kicked my ass all weekend >impossible to get shit done with one hand in a cast, and busy as fuck >sick on top of all of it, had to wear a mask(mostly making my boss feel bad for making me work) >bought some couch syrup and groceries before heading home >off from regular job tonight, but 2nd AD for short film from 2-6pm >just need to rest a bit but I'll be too tired to get ready >shower and change clothes before jumping into bed >alarms started at 1pm but I wasn't up until 2 >only thing that got me through the door was the cigarette in my mouth >first shooting location was an alleyway behind a grocery store >some other crew was late, so I didn't feel bad >my secondary role is also audio, such are small productions like this >at least I didn't forget the equipment (kept it in my car and prayed it wasn't stolen) >needed to get to second location before sunset, the beach >didn't bring a jacket but temp dropped from mid-70s to 50-something with a wet, ocean breeze >audio is a real challenge in those conditions, so we didn't bother with dialogue >only job left was to wrangle equipment then guard it >stood and watched a couple hundred feet off to keep out of frame of the wideshots >freezing and shivering for a solid hour until the sun set and director called wraps >dinner-time, groceries were all at home and wifebot was off work in 30mins >threw chicken patties in the airfryer while I made a side >tossed buns in last 5min for crispy chicken sandwiches >everything was ready as wifebot got home >tired but made it through dinner >watching Mad Men lately, starting on the last couple seasons >only made it through a couple episodes before crashing >ZZZ
>Off at 7am, yesterday, Dad said he'd call right now... >drove all the way home, still no call... >needed to take it in the car, isolated and quiet >do I really need to text him? he didn't forget abt it >used breakfast as an excuse to drive around waiting >stared at Jack in the Box menu for 15 minutes >they didn't have what I wanted >still no call... >pull back in front of my house >just past 8, fuck it >let go of what little expectation I had of him- >Phone rings >there's inherited incapability of basic communication, let alone emotional vulnerability >it goes both ways, but he's clearly putting more effort than I am >basic run of apologies, I'll take it >his job relocated him to colorado >thats why he has money and he's feeling sentimental >did all my basic catching up, im actually doing well right now >he has no idea how i was doing before or how I will be soon >but I'm doing fine for now >if he wants to try and be a dad, I'll consider being a son >been weighing on me all day, need to eat, need to sleep >i actually do feel better >he never sent any money but whatever
>dad text me today >"Happy Birthday, can I send you some money?" >2 days late >5 years since I saw him last >did the same thing last year, blew it off >felt like renewing his dad subscription >the 2 years before that he didn't bother texting >seems like he's making money at least >if nothing else, a phone-call wouldn't hurt >we never stay in contact longer than a couple months >no expectations >call tomorrow at 7am, after work
>got tickets to see Enjoy & Puzzle, side projects for the brother-brother duo aka The Garden >only really dig the main songs they make together >call this # now >california here we go >call the dogs out >even other side projects where they still collab like Turkey or M.H.V. are better on their own >romantic comedy >Sweaty Super Hero >a handful of their solo songs are just like a nice sprinkle in a playlist of Garden bangers >I saw an Angel >Hard Lesson >tickets were $40 at the big theater and a couple friends told me they were going >isac asks if we can carpool >wifebot doesn't have work tomorrow, says she wants to go >$80, hope its worf >gotta sleep, wifebot gets home at 7, shows at 8 >up at 7, still need to get ready and pick up isac >double check ticket: shitty opener for the first hour >"the stitches" some oldfucks doing faux-punk like 20 years late >okay, don't have to be there on time at all >get ready >pick up isac >find fucking parking downtown >inside by 8:45 >they have a bar but I'm driving >friend lets me hit his pen >they ID'd him for it at the door when they patted him down >I wonder how many carts they've confiscated from dumbass minors >Puzzle is setting up, he's on first >The Garden has a really refined aesthetic, creating a low-barrier-to-entry for their fanbase >appeals to budding teenagers who need a downloadable personality >crowd is definitely some kids' first "epic concert experience", 100-200 heads, avg. age of 17 >temu alt fashion and that Juggalo-style facepaint The Garden has adopted (shoutout ICP) >Puzzle set starts, crowd starts moving like a bouncy castle >bassline is crunchy and the beat is fast, got groovy on a couple songs at first >stops playing back-catalog and only plays songs from new album >forgot how blown-out the sound system is at this oldass theater >their music is supposed to have a "digital" feel to it, these speakers don't have the range >distracted by quality now and can't even dance, if I was drunk maybe i could ignore it >atp just wanna hear "I saw an Angel" >set over, never fucking played the one song I actually wanted to hear >30min intermission, so many awkward couples standing in silence >probably first dates and all they have in common is this one band they like >got stuck in some convos with randoms I used to know >always has the same energy as an awkward first date >like whaddup hi we used to be friends ig bye >its whatever >Enjoy starts playing >Same story, mostly new tracks >Never played any of my favorite >Same issues with speakers >Go in Pit for fun before we split >hand still broken from last show >Push through a million teenagers, dance hard enough to clear myself a tiny circle >Sounds fucking great 20ft from of the stage >Peak moment of the night, no use sticking around any longer >Get burgers and go to bed, epic style
>be me, 23 as of today >still have to work my shitty graveyard shift tonight >still have to go to my screenwriting class at local community college >2 friends in class, filmmakers from 7thstreetproductions >we have a short we're filming already, this class is to workshop future projects >still have our own scripts and each working on characters with completely different arcs >class goes quick, can't wait to get home >birthday blunt waiting for me on kitchen counter >been on the hunt for Grape Swishers for months now (banned in california) >roomate came home last night with a cheeky birthday gift I immediately smoked half of >finish second half with a glass bottle of mexican coke from a friend >birthday feels >suprise call from FAM, birthday dinner at MY HOUSE!! >need to giga-clean now, no naps or nothing, fried and tired af!!! >lil cousins too, need to hide my stash and any remnants >sent inv to homie Zach, he'll save me... >we hit the road yesterday for LA, never made it >had a tattoo appointment but never followed up to confirm >by the time I managed to reach artist, said it was short-notice >made all the way to Chatsworth, fucking CHATSWORTH! >only things to do in Chatsworth: -lifeless strip malls with fresh paint and metal accents -"upcycle boutiques", the rotting corpse of thrift stores -Bulldog Liquidators, cheap goods (front for Armenian mafia?) -Burger 3000 (australian wagyu smash-burgers) -gtfo. >house is finally clean and Zach said him + gf will stop by >6pm, the invasion. Fam is here with enchiladas and chocolate cake. >I can usually handle the quirks in my family, but its the casual convos killing me tonight. >must just be birthdays after 21, I'm in the old-fart club with all of them now, same old, same old >had a single beer with my Papa >Nana invaded my kitchen, just listed utensils and appliances I need >Mom is my Mom :/ >played ping pong/video games with my cuzzos and lil bro >wifebot gave Zach and his gf a ride so now it's a party >feeling chiller >put on "The Phoenician Scheme" but I was anxious and it was boring, looked good on the TV tho >cake Time, everyone sang and everything >birthday feels man, can't help it >family finally cleared out around 9:45 >still gotta give Zach + gf a ride home, then work >t-minus 15 minutes to roll my birthday spliff before we gotta leave >en route, bumping tunes, driving >#tothafilter >MFW White Ford Explorer in rear view... >lockTFin >red and blue lights flash me down WHOOPWHOOP >2nd time this week, some BS about the "reflective layer" on my plates >car is older than me >first time, piggy let me go cause that excuse doesn't hold for shit >let's see how this one goes... >backroads of town, just fucking fields left and right >officer ShitLip thinks he struck gold, puts me through whole routine >blah blah blah I already know about the plates, another asshole already used that one this week >ready with liscense and registration, told him i'd already "contacted the DMV abt the plates" (yeah, right) >it's my #bday, I gotta go to #work, I'm #faded, arrest me >"anyone here on probation or have outstanding warrants?" >fuck off >"be straight up, if I search the car will I find anything illegal?" >fuck off >"Whats with the strong weed smell?" >look at Zach, look at his gf in the backseat, look back at officer >biiiiiiiggg shrug >California, 2026 #noprobablecause >weedfarm within a mile radius btw >oink oink Piggy, I'm late for work... >he let us go "sorry you gotta work on your birthday" >sure ya are, bud >police: public nuissance #1 >friends had to uber from my job so they could explain what happened to my boss >top 3 excuses OAT >work is long and boring and im tired >23-year-old-fully-grown-man, this is just how it is