pov something in my pocket yesterday on the bike ride, apparently

the “all models are lies” rule applies to every abstraction, including the abstraction of expressing things in percentages

what a bunch of crap percentages usually are. I assume I’m being tricked whenever I see the damned things

damn these go hard now

nice to ride without a 40 pound toddler on the back!

“d’ya like salt” napoletana w/ cheese++ tortillazza

im about to make an omelette without breaking any eggs

How To with John Wilson, season ? episode ?, “How to Pee!”

i am never giving anyone the old hot foot on account of them having had more than a few less than kind words for old joey bananas everloving wife’s gams and I am also always not putting people in any potato sacks and tossing said sacks in the san francisco bay with no fuss

i never give anyone the old hot foot on account of them having had more than a few unkind words for old joey bananas everloving wife’s gams not do i go around town putting people in any potato sacks and be disposing of them in the san francisco bay without a lot of fuss

a few weeks in the new place and my only enemy (so far) is the gd salvation army idling diesel trucks for an hour on 26th st while they unload onto a lift that screams metal-on-metal failure is imminent up and down, up and down

president biden please send in the nat’l guard