reviewing chapter notes for a previous draft
thinkin 'bout starting my own masto instance that's just the masto equivalent of the quiet car, plus shouting, minus fascists
weird that the same dudes who remember every nanosecond of their high school football careers also come out of the woodwork at every rape allegation to tweet that memory is fickle and unreliable
what if we all just did a little ecoterrorism. like just a little bit
still mixed about this year's xoxo BUT i now stan lizzo to the end of time so i guess it was at least a massive success
tfw you realize you've been misspelling the latin phrase at the core of your novel for the past TEN FUCKING YEARS KEVIN HOW
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something felt absent from xoxo this year compared to past years. i'm still trying to figure out why i feel that way.
the one concrete thing i have is that it felt way harder to approach people and make new friends, and when i finally did most people would talk pleasantries and walk away. it felt more transactional.
previous years felt like a worldwide community coming together; this year felt like two thousand individuals happened to be in the same stadium.
A little late on this (I already spoke) but I'm on the live Community Call for Code for Science & Society. You can watch my face (and listen to interesting people who are not me) here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zXTQjQbReo
Live notes (including a summary of what I talked about and Q&A) here: https://public.etherpad-mozilla.org/p/CSS-community-call-September-7-2018
I want to live in Powell’s.
in celebration of Labor Day, British spellings, and Constitutional minimum age requirements, I designed this t-shirt: https://teespring.com/this-foetus-is-a-future-potus#pid=395&cid=6615&sid=front
*catches butterfly* is this my future career?
Breaking Wind: Legendary Farts http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/fart.html "At last the bridegroom was summoned.... He rose slowly and with dignity from his divan; but in so doing... he let fly a great and terrible fart. [...] Mortified, [he] turned away from the bridal chamber and [...] went down to the courtyard, saddled his mare, and rode off, weeping bitterly through the night. In time he reached Lahej where he found a ship ready to sail for India; so he boarded..." this is the saddest/most relatable story ever
do i really have to call it tooting
this is my AIM away message
hit me on the sidekick if u need me
or http://kevboh.com i guess
anyway this was my AIM away message
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