Life of Bryan

Every once in a while, a lyric so profound hits you in the face so hard that you never forget it:

Somewhere in the asshole of my eye
There’s a muscle which relaxes when you cry

Inoculate the Innocuous by The Unicorns

Happy almost 20th anniversary of the release of Who Will Cut Your Hair When We’re Gone?

Day 22: Road. Snapped this while walking from 10 Barrel Brewing to Pioneer Square for the Built to Spill concert a few weeks ago. As a planner, this makes my heart go pitter-patter.

I see that Nikon has released a retro camera called the Zf. Looks neat. I wish Canon would do the same.

I think I was going into overload trying out all the various federated platforms and blog options. Also super burnt out on boosts and likes over on Mastodon. So I’m taking a break from all that noise and back here at my home base of Micro.blog.

Some thoughts today:

  • Sometimes a breakfast burrito can reorient the direction of a bad morning and turn your day into a better one.

  • Be more careful with knives. I almost sliced myself pretty badly being careless with my pocket knife while cutting a fishing line for my son. Thankfully I was only grazed. It is not entirely inconceivable that if I had not eaten that breakfast burrito in the morning, I might’ve spent the afternoon getting stitches.

Some jaggoff has a trombone at the neighborhood park, and you know what? I’m here for it.

Having one of those types of days where you kick a whole lot of ass but now it’s 7:30 and time to get into bed. 😵‍💫

You don’t need to be a land use planner to figure out there are probably some untidy loose ends around the land lease, but that hasn’t stopped me from daydreaming about buying this former Trout Lake lodge.

Zillow

Finally got my first “but you can’t be X years old, you look so young!”

Karma really is a b, folks.

Get things done around the house or go on an adventure, that is perpetually the Sunday question.

Tore out a cabinet soffit from the ceiling and ripped out the side wall to replace some leaky plumbing. Now trying to finish the drywall sometime before the kids graduate. Note to self: hire somebody next time.

You ever been so mad at a family member that you don’t think you can ever forgive them? That’s where I’m at. I am seriously so hurt and disappointed by someone’s words and actions that I honestly don’t think I can talk to them ever again. My family is exhausting.

Finished watching Foundation Season 2 tonight. I guess I’m going to have to read the books because I hate waiting.