nice, Black Water has “The Monkey’s Paw” in it, ( https://www.owleyes.org/text/monkeys-paw/read/) shortly followed by another wishing tale: Robert Louis Stevenson’s “The Bottle Imp”.
where better to start a story about wish than a hilltop mansion so earned in san francisco https://americanliterature.com/author/robert-louis-stevenson/short-story/the-bottle-imp
me: sir, reporting to discord support for duty, sir
open source volunteer: what is it now, computer janitor
me: sir, I’m stuck trying to get this feature to work after performing all of the rituals, sir
open source volunteer: that feature doesn’t work right now.
me [quietly, to myself, fist pumping in the air, ‘I knew it! for fuck’s sake’]: sir, thank you very much, sir.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7lp_sjTfmJQ “One Moment Please” - Romaal Kultan - the soundtrack of me flipping from chat to tab to chat to tab to email to chat to thinking about dinner looking for my shoes in four places for the third time going back to chat, posting about RSA because it came to mind, hearing this song, that synth line making me anxious as hell, finding my shoes, shazaming the song, posting it, lol gd that line is anxious, I gotta go for a walk
Sitting criss-cross applesauce on a gym mat in my exercise get-up with my eyes closed and my arms raised into broadcast position calming emitting ”I’m not going to RSA" energy to universe.
Okay, that should work, I think to myself, foolishly.
view from the dentist’s chair
the last time I yelled at someone doing the same thing at the same intersection, the guys working the oil change spot got on their drive through intercom PA and said [PHSK!] “STOP YELLING”
(also not trying to be a bike account but this shit happens multiple times a day but we just talked about this spot lolsob)
lmao a driver going south on Valencia turning right on Duboce with the windows all the way down inching into the bike lane was loudly scolded into the open passenger window by two guys ahead of me YOU ARE TURNING RIGHT ON A NO TURN RED while they pointed at the signs as I approached behind them hitting both of my breaks turned turned right on the red
purpose of a system is what does yes I know it’s 420 but c’mon they had an SF parking sticker on the bumper, they’re a local
everloving wife couldn’t find my wool cardigan to steal so she put on the very moth eaten cashmere pullover that she asks me to get rid of every single time i wear, going on ten years, since the moths were a real problem, and which she had never ever worn before, on account of all the moth holes in it, and said “damn sweater is comfy as hell.”
not my goofy ass sitting on a log reading Italo Calvino’s “The Argentine Ant” only to discover by feel that I am sitting on a damned ant hill as they crawl up my back under my shirt 😬🤣 ( https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6752551)
the everloving wife and I made about an eighth of the way around Stow Lake in Golden Gate Park with junior and my dad in the back seat yesterday (so about 650 pounds passenger load) in one of those little peddle boats before my legs said to turn around
Lovely to be on the water but I’m definitely getting a row boat next time. The “bike seat height” equivalent is bottomed out so my legs barely made it past 90 degrees at extension. I’m about 6’0”.
