Zeb Haradon

@zebharadon.bsky.social

Opinions are my own not employers etc. Live in Seattle

All the ashtrays in the smoking lounge at narita airport in Tokyo have these dents, presumably from people kicking the fuck out of them in a blind rage, which is what I want to do right now after my flight was cancelled with no notice.

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Sometimes famous writers publish their correspondences. It used to require a lot of editing. Now, it's probably "Gemini, scrape my Gmail account, put my best emails into a word doc, upload to kdp"

I keep having visions of my death. I think I'll be hit by a motorcycle emerging from or going into a tunnel. There is something eternal about the driver. He might be a wizard. He might be fleeing the police.

The one thing I regret about middle school is when that kid farted while we were watching Spartacus and the teacher stopped the movie and wanted to know who did it. I should have stood up and said "I'm Fartacus!"*

Before getting my new tattoo: the ouroboros, with "amor fati" in the center, is an expression of my deeply held philosophical beliefs. After getting my new tattoo: I'll be 50 in under a year and I just got a fucking tattoo of a snake.

You think of a thing that might have been but never was and never will be, and cry. You experience something so amazing that you cry tears of joy and gratitude. It is the same raw feeling in both cases.

Charlie Brown is so stupid for trying to kick the football again even after Lucy pulled it away so many times. What's even stupider is if Lucy isn't even there and you're the one pulling the football away from yourself over and over.

At a certain level of intensity misery and joy unify in a manner similar to the way that the electromagnetic and weak forces unify to electroweak at the unification energy. You can't tell if you are miserable or joyful when it is that intense. The name for that unified feeling is mania.

The five stages of grief are : denial, guilt, anger, depression, and everyone is getting tired of your bullshit it's been 9 months already The five stooges of grief are : Larry, curly, moe, shemp, and curly Joe