Jim Ryan

@otherdoc.bsky.social

Writer, Game Designer, Streamer, Elder Theatrefolk. Trying to leap onto life's various merry-go-rounds without breaking anything. (he/him) One Year Hence: https://oneyearhence.com/ Links: https://linktr.ee/otherdoc Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/otherdoc

At long last, I am creating YouTube playlists for all of the YouTube videos that have been sitting as-yet-unwatched in my open browser tabs, and those tabs are being closed. You may now applaud.

Ever do that thing where you get up in the morning and realize that before they collapsed into unconsciousness your Late Night Self left several browser tabs open to check out that your Morning Self now has to figure out how to fit into your life? 🤦‍♂️

Was going to do a bit of streaming tonight, but the weather and the doldrums have caught up with me, so I shall curl up on the couch staring at things and maybe doing a bit of overlay creation instead.

I was looking back through my text messages and found this exchange I once had with someone making an obvious phishing attempt on a day when I was feeling a tad impish.

(a text exchange)
THEM: Do you want to go to eat tomorrow?
ME: If we eat tomorrow, we'll only be left with today and yesterday. No future! Only past and present moments leading inevitably to a sudden midnight oblivion.
THEM: I want to have dinner with you at French restaurant near Brea Avenue.
(cont'd in next image)(the text exchange continues)
ME: That would be in Los Angeles. Alas I am on the other end of the continent. Probably just as well because if they serve tomorrow there it must be expensive indeed. Can you imagine how difficult it must be to wrangle an entire future day off the calendar? Let alone cook it!
THEM: I'm texting my friend isn't this Lisa's number?
ME: No, no Lisa here. But if they're not the kind of person to go out on a whim and destroy the future by casually and brutally devouring tomorrow off the calendar, you might want to consider a different restaurant.
(concluded in next image)(the text exchange concludes)
THEM: Gosh, I thought you were my friend Lisa. I'm sorry. I hope I'm not intruding.
THEM: I'm Gioia Enora. I'm from Paris France and now I live in Los Angeles. And you?
ME: Nope. I am none of those things.
ME: I feel it would be an awfully strange coincidence if I were.
THEM: You seem like a good person. Can you be my friend?
ME: Sorry. I have a rule about not befriending people who try to phish me. Peace. (emoji: hand making peace sign)