What I have lost … and what I have gained.

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Can anyone guess the best way to derail a career in journalism?

Wait until after your pick up your English degree (minoring in Mass Communications ‘cause you were at the best damn journalism school one could hope for after all and just not showing up to class Freshman year at Georgia Tech, and initializing your collegiate transcript with a whopping 0.18 GPA, shouldn’t keep you out of Grady entirely)

Where was I … oh yeah … wait until after you graduate (the first time) to be diagnosed with dysthymia and ADHD.

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This is me playing #BrainWars … and I've just learned that what I'm doing … is making the Stroop Effect my b$tch.

tripsies

pickle juice

shizzleshits

Can anyone guess the best way to derail a career in journalism?

Wait until after your pick up your English degree (minoring in Mass Communications ‘cause you were at the best damn journalism school one could hope for after all and just not showing up to class Freshman year at Georgia Tech, and initializing your collegiate transcript with a whopping 0.18 GPA, shouldn’t keep you out of Grady entirely)

Where was I … oh yeah … wait until after you graduate (the first time) to be diagnosed with dysthymia and ADHD.

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Pretty sure I just shut the door on autism … y'all gonna have to find another way to explain my brain.

Two things stand out here:

⑴ When it comes to losing my looks … I gots no f$&ks to spare.
🄑 My CoD method ain’t nuttin’ to f$&k wit'.

0.41 mean time (next stop … personal best), after encountering spousal-type aggro, and with Murphy f$&king whining at me for the duration.

The 0.42 mean time collection from this morning (sound on if you want to hear Murphy whine at me all through the third one).

The 0.43 mean time video (took 12 minutes this morning)

Step one … pick up and play the godd@mn bass after years of ignoring it … f$&kin' ✓

Wasn't sure I would capture my record on video today (feels like I didn't get enough sleep) … turns out it took 8 minutes. Getting my 0.40 mean time on video won't be so easy.

So picking up the bass totally got derailed by a sudden desire to get a screen recording of my world record score for Color of Deception in Brain Wars. Haven't played in months, should get there tomorrow.

My office (hashtag ADHD)

Everything posted thus far (that isn’t iphonography) was written either decades ago or while I still believed I could reach people via Twitter. Since leaving Twitter there has been zero motivation (as there has been zero audience) to keep writing. Perhaps a journal is called for.

The one that changed me when I went back to college for the second degree.

The one that changed me in college.

The one that changed me in high school.

The more things change …

My grandfather's theater in Sparta, Tennessee (f$&k if I know when).

Wait … wait … I remember. It was Saturday.

Right around the time I started kickin’ a$$.

Finally decided to follow someone on Micro.blog …

Update: well … that lasted what, a day?

Feels kinda weird how much nostalgic pleasure I am receiving off of opening beer bottles off o’ work benches in the garage (like I would open beer bottles off o’ countertops in high school).

Through all my complaining, I don’t want it to be lost how much appreciation I have for you, @manton, for creating a platform that has helped to lead me out of the dark and reconnect me with my voice.

The one idea for a science fiction novel I think everyone is required to have … the old “it’s all the same person” perception is reality shite.

Towards the end (and probably months away from finally being diagnosed with Dysthymia and ADHD) I was basically down to one-liners.

The bleached night collecting light