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I study Muso Shinden Ryu Iaido, sing a little jazz, and make some art.

I am some flavour of socialist, think cooking is a monumental bore, am a better guest than host, enjoy some quality gallows humour, don't enjoy humour that punches down, have a talent for ending conversations one sentence too late, don't suffer the wilfully ignorant gladly, prefer Y/M/D or D/M/Y, am an atheist and antitheist, have no real desire to own a home (am content ro rent), believe that you should work to live not live to work, believe everyone has a creative capacity, am grossed out by potato eyes, and I do not enjoy being the centre of attention in group settings.



Never summon what you can't banish.

Don't piss off the gatekeeper.

Doodling is the jazz of the art world.



My imaginary friend as a child was named Charlie Brokentoaster.

My favourite mindfuck film is probably still Altered States.

Sugar does not belong in tea. Pineapple does not belong on pizza. Cilantro and raisins do not belong in anything.

The older I get the more politically and socially angry I get, and the "leftier" I get.



Sometimes there are things in places you never expect them to be. Sometimes there are things in places you knew you'd always find them. Sometimes all it takes to begin something is a beginning.

This household's theme song is Tim Curry's I Do the Rock

I once cut myself with bubble wrap.

My current favourite vulgarity is halve poes.



Celebrity and influencer culture bore the shit out of me. Boomer thinking annoys the shit out of me.

I get an enormous charge out of location-spotting the city where I live in films and TV shows.

I bought the kid version of a Waterpik because it was green and came with stickers.

Things that I like which other people seem not to like so much include pigeons, spinach, communists. Only the middle one for eating. I don't want to eat communists. Although, I've had pigeon once, and it was delicious.



My own version of the Four Noble Truths:

• Shit happens.
• You will feel something about the shit.
• It is your choice how you react to, and because of, the shit.
• No shit, good or bad, lasts forever.

My cousins and I used to sneak fresh rhubarb out of their grandfather's garden when we were little. Just a year ago I asked my uncle, one of his sons, if he'd ever gotten mad about that. He hadn't. :)

I am childfree by choice, have had surgery to render myself copy-protected, and have zero regrets about either of the above two things.

Racism and bigotry are choices. Don't choose them. They are deal-breakers.

I love the expression "trouble deaf heaven". (Shakespeare "Sonnet 29")



There are three sides to it; one like ice cream, another like the ocean, and the last is like an autumn day of crisply coloured leaves. These things work in consort, rather than being contrary to each other. They serve to fill a palette with rich flavour; tang and sweet at the same time. Tang and sweet and fresh and mellowed.



Tea koan

I wander, wondering, "Where is my cup of tea?" The answer comes, in a flash, an epiphany of tanic acid:

There is no tea to find, because you made no tea to search for.



I hope for a time when my work day is little more than painting the colour swatches on the outside of Golden paint products, which are done by hand. The peace of it all.



I may be sitting in that chair. I may not be sitting in that chair. I may have just accidentally fallen asleep in that chair and dropped one of those books on my face.





There's always time for a moment of silence.