I’m going to deploy my own mastodon instance on gravely.pizza where the only thing I change (initially, ha ha, he chuckled) will be to leave leading white space in posts alone.

"Where would you like to meet?”, I asked someone I’m trying to buy something from on craigslist.

“I only meet at home, in my garage."

I was never able to suspend disbelief that “part of a balanced breakfast” pictured in 1990s cereal commercials with eggs, bacon, a green vegetable, tomatoes, a coffee, juice, glass of water and so on was in any way plausible.

Well, every bowl of cereal I’ve had my entire life was three to six servings and four or five portions of milk. A balanced breakfast is good, actually (although I’ll pass on the bacon).

Berlin, Hamburg, and Copenhagen with the family later this month. Never been and have no agenda, I just hear great things so off we go.

I hit that next goal a few weeks ago and never thought to post about it.

What I came here to post, as I approach dropping 5 more not on purpose but as just, whatever, was that while it was fun and cool to buy all new pants, none of my god damned belts fit anymore.

I just took one, traced the end, stenciled that back on, and cut a few inches off with kitchen shears, then drilled three new holes in it with my cordless drill. Just fine.

Anyway, -30 pounds, ish? It is weird as hell.