Here’s an imperfect observation:

Every writer must eventually write about writing.

Every pop/rock artist must eventually write a song about the music industry.

Every visual artist must try their hand at a self portrait.

This is a test…

A reminder for reading non-fiction books: Many in this genre make the point within the first 50 pages. It’s OK to say that you read it, add it to the finished pile, and move on to the next. There’s no shame in that.

Alrighty then, Microblogians, if I were to export posts from one Micro.blog in order to import them into another Micro.blog (while preserving the post dates, etc. in the new one) what Export format would I choose?

Need to start thinking of folding all of my Micro.blogs into one. It’s a bit out of hand at the moment.

I’m an old guy and I’m trying.

Note to self: You know that Benjamin Moore Navajo White doesn’t look white in the can. Nor does it look white when you paint it on the trim. Nor does look like the same white as your existing trim. But, when you put the trim next to the color on the wall, it’ll be the same. Trust the process.

Tried watching BEEF. Two episodes in decided that if I wanted to watch people filling the emptiness in their lives with anger, hatred, pettiness, and revenge I’d just watch the news instead.

More than a bit surprised that Apple.com has nothing up about the 40th Anniversary of the Mac.

Maybe they consider The Vision Pro their 40th Anniversary Macintosh?

My head is in full book writing/finishing mode right now but I have to do other things and my head resents all of it getting in its way and keeps fighting for control and I hate this part of the process because it is both maddening and exciting at the same time.