Even my plan last month to plot dreary Mediocrepolis got delayed. My upcoming three-day weekend may give me the chance to finally walk its mundane streets. Or not? I don't know?
...For the first time in ages, I'm building something out of spite. It's still a kind of feel-good thing to share with the world, but it's kind of morbid. It feels so off-brand I'll probably make an "alt" to share it.
But that part of me needs an outlet.
Anyway, fuck the rough beast for slouching toward Bethlehem!
"What've you been up to, Rez?"
Oh hey! I dunno, I've been sort of stressed and super bummed out! Constantly!✨
My previous plan to make something this year that'd overcome my usual challenges has been totally replaced these past few months by a plan to just maintain my bearings for as long as possible. I have about zero confidence in the human project.
Yes, the light from you bright glimmering fusion reactors still cut through my night sky, but boy is there a lot of empty void in between!
It's Wednesday, so I think I'll stream Crankin's Time Travel Adventure:
You can come if you want. 6:30 PM Pacific.
Oh, right, it's WebGL Wednesday!
Tonight I have some serious eyestrain but I'd still like to try and stream. The plan is to revisit my Starry Night project and switch it over to a WebGL composition.
https://twitch.tv/rezmason, Wednesdays at 6:30 Pacific. See you there!
Mm, my website needs tweaking.
The cool 3D thing is cool and 3D, but it was never meant to be the dominating visual element. It was supposed to float between links to the four sections— two of which are still incomplete.
I need a "now" section, or I should just put that on the main page.
My projects page misbehaves on mobile, and media queries are the phlogiston theory of responsive web design.
And I need to feel way more comfortable just dumping stuff (like links and thoughts) on this site.
Well! I just walked around Shit Lake and climbed to the top of Fuck You Hill before descending into downtown Crapville. Total distance: 5 miles, 262 foot change in elevation.
My limbs are now jam.
I'm very glad I did this. I had a moment of astounding clarity and closure as I crested that shitty hill, and I feel like I've recovered something that had been missing for a while.
Jam can't walk around cities though so I'm going to delay my visit to Mediocrepolis till next weekend.
Made good progress, but there is no way in hell this is a three hour build. Time to put it aside and make my pilgrimage to suck town.
Kicking my Saturday off with what the Internet calls a three hour Lego build. 🧑🚀🧱
This set collected dust at my old office for the past three years. I'm excited to finally build this! 🚀
Also, support your local libraries
📚🏛️📚
If you own books and have no local library, congrats, you're your library de facto, keep up the good work champ
Five years ago, my situation was intolerable enough to spur me to action. I abandoned my personal tech stack, changed how I did things, found new stuff to focus on. That's how I met the rabbits, and it's how I met you. So that turned out well!
I think I'm just overdue for another dose of personal action, unadulterated by work or family. Technically, unadulterated by you, too, but c'mon, you don't do me like that anyway. 😁
If I find anything worth mentioning in mediocrepolis, I'll let you know.
This year— this weekend— I'm going rogue.
I'm already bitter. Why not lean into it? There's sad places I want to revisit, that are out of the way. It'll be good to overwrite the shitty memories I made there. And then I'll disappear into a nearby mediocre city I've never been to, and just get gloriously lost in it, and then go home.
It'll feel good to get this crap out of my system.
Five years ago my birthday actually looked like that, too— my partner and I went to Santa Cruz during the off season, and it was like a run-down theme park with seagull molt and dead seaweed everywhere. And an innkeeper who freaked us the fuck out.
A couple years later we checked into an inn at Half Moon Bay, grabbed dinner, came back, found a bedbug two feet from our suitcases, and fled home to shower and wipe everything we'd packed with isopropyl alcohol. At 1 AM.
Then two COVID birthdays.
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