Making some supper right now. Looking pretty good.

Hrm. Mildly disturbing but interesting nightmare that used my room's audio/the noise from my CPAP machine.
Can't remember the rest, but was an odd adventure of some kind, & I went to sleep again in the dream. Only to get assaulted as I lay in bed by paralysis, & a horrifying wind It was dark, & I could only see partially through my black curtains, as this sensation of being trapped in this mental, & audible hurricane pinned my head & brain to the bed. I began to curse some Elder God while I fight the urge to get pinned while dark winds whirl all about.

I know the secret behind asshole corporate marketing accounts.

People who've worked in retail.

Every single day, another sliver of soul is lost to those ladies with That Haircut.
Another sliver is lost maintaining a fake smile in the face of joblessness.
More for every insult. Behind every corporately enforced smile is a thought of strangling that mother fucker who misunderstands the concept behind the customer always being right.

A smouldering hatred for that silly son of a bitch screaming at you to get the manager because he don't have a receipt.

I come with hat in hand, not for myself, but for a smol gay bark beast that is closest to my heart.
My wee dog Muffet.
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#GoFundMe #doglovers I'll update this later tonight, with a vid to show I'm real, & not a digital manitou, or a Where'd-His-Hair-Go after your ten bucks.

Mainly because I refuse to use or join Facebook due to their abhorrent business practices, & mistreatment of our collective digital soul.

I'm a boomer here on the inside.
Lawnmowers are for me to ride.
And I'll crack one out, & sip it up.
Mow away..

I am old like the 90s bros
My niche carved in my soul made of stone
And I will crack one out, & sip it up..

EMBRACED BY THE MONSTER, I SIP IT ALL NIGHT ENCIRCLED BY MOWERS, I RIDE

WHAT HAVE I BECOME
Now that I've betrayed, every drink I've ever sipped & pushed them all away.
And I have been a slave to the monster in my hand,
Is there something for me to sip in the ruins of this land
My land

I'VE BECOME I'VE BECOME I'VE BECOME

I ever tell y'all about the time me, & Jason, had to stop @SuperNerdCate from summoning the wrong Elder God at her cousin's wedding? So we just left Optimus' house with four gallons of sweet tea, & an old injun blanket. That's when I got a call from Cate, saying that she might need some help at her cousin's wedding if something terrible were to happen.

I immediately got worried.
"We don't have clothes."

I ever tell y'all about the time me, Jason of @GradedPointFive, helped @MulattoWitCheeZ protect his weed dispensary from a host of boomers who were angry about the new ID policies? So we just pulled into Detroit with most of a bushel of the King of Bud.
Which was good, because Jason was starting to weird me out a little.
After taking a few puffs, he kept mumbling, "I am nearly one with the yee force. Mike, you don't understand, I am nearly one with yee."

I ever tell y'all about the time, me, Jason of @GradedPointFive and @MiserableSamoan accidentally saved Vince McMahon while selling weed in New York City? I think it was August.
We had to get out of Canada for a little while, but the upside of this whole thing, was that we still had half a bushel of the King of Bud.

The downside was, we needed travelling money.

So we stole a cargo truck, & went to New York.

I ever tell y'all about the time me, Jason of @GradedPointFive, & @OptimusDeadpool took down a Where'd-His-Hair-Go while looking for moonshine down in the Ozarks? Me & Jason were in best Carolina on unrelated business. Optimus gave us a call after we finished chucking the bodies into the Atlantic, & asked us for a favor.

I said, sure, as long as you drive, since I was just coming down from oxy at the time, & Jason don't drive.

I ever tell y'all about the time me, Jason of @GradedPointFive, & @Misogynerd took down a Russian spy posing as a Mounty while touring a B.C. mountain weed grow op run out of a mom & pop store in the Rockies? We were on a mission of sorts, helping reverse traffick a Thai lady boy (whose dad we owed a favor to), to try & get her back to her home country after being kidnapped by a triad mobster who called himself Shen Long.
Had to move her from Edmonton to Victoria.

I ever tell y'all about the time me, Jason of @GradedPointFive, & Fetus Berry of @NIPpodcast accidentally sunk a Mexican aircraft carrier while high on mescalin, searching for cactuses just across the border? So there we were, trying to celebrate FB getting his driver's license out in New Mexico.

Me & Jason were in the back of FB's dune buggy that he made out of an old Yugo, & a diesel powered engine running on jet fuel, & held together with angel hair, & a strongly worded curse.

I ever tell ya'll about the time me and @GradedPointFive 's Jason did a fuck tonne of mushrooms, and then we accidentally stormed a Coldstone creamery while screaming MOLON LABE before escaping into the night with a bucket full of peanut butter cup icecream and a midget. The whole problem started after we mistook Cold Stone Creamery for Coldstone ARMOURY, and then Jason started screaming, "IT'S TIME FOR THE END, BOYS, GIT OURSELVES PREPARED FOR OUR WACO."

So we storm the Cold Stone Creamery, and after screaming MOLON LABE for half an hour..

Playing as the last low level member of a tribe of end game players who've abandoned Conan exiles but left their base behind for me to fuck around with while the whole thing slowly crumbles around me, gives me that kino Wall-E feel.

I am the last, & I will protect it. I was initially signed on to harvest iron at the claws. It is an iron rich location, & a fair way away from the base. I had to build my character with massive encumberance to make the trip economical.

I am the last, & I will protect it.

A dog's age ago, gaming journalism had exclusive access to the newest products.
Everything was going fine.
Money flowed, from advertiser to publisher to critics
Then the new media, homegrown YouTubers, began to muscle in, unknowingly, on their territory.
Wages began to decline. These YouTubers, the citizen journalists of the gaming media, were expanding their popularity majorly, because of honest to semi honest reviewers. While also being able to demonstrate the products during their reviews thanks to self recorded video & media.