Daniel Schwartz (he/him)
@dansome.bsky.social
You may be wondering where I've been.
That isn't important.
Here's where I will be in about 90 minutes.
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m.youtube.comIt is definitely a night where I'm more comfortable retreating into parasocial relationships than I am talking to my actual friends. Sorry, actual friends; I like you so much, but the thought of talking to you scares the shit from me.
"Put the gun down," he pleased, "I've spent a hundred lifetimes trying to find you again!"
"I know what you've done to try and fine me, butcher," she spat, the muzzle cool at her temple, "and I won't let you have me if you try for a thousand more!"
He snarled something. She pulled the trigger.
My mother, who I love against professional advisement, calls me and complains for half an hour continuously. Then she asks how I'm doing, and I don't have the strength to lie to her about my suicidality. Then she goes on for a half hour about how good I have it.
I want to be dead forever, but neither God nor the insane Moloch of capitalism will do it for me. Perhaps some rest can quiet the screaming in my head.
I don't deserve to be alive. But for now, I think I can hang on to what I don't deserve.
Every fucking day. Every fucking hour. Minute by fucking minute. Can't I just treat myself to a little despair? Wouldn't it be nice to just give up?
Maybe tomorrow night. I'm putting a pin in this for 24 hours.
To not KEEP DOING THIS and KEEP FEELING THIS WAY and just have to worry about *gestures*.
That would be lovely. To not have to get up again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again.
So good! Would buy a GN in a heartbeat, but I know that's not enough to make the project viable.
Thanks. It may be a while yet before her quality of life declines too far; I hope I can help her have a pleasant time until then.
I know, in the way things are known sometimes, that this is the year my cat dies.
This isn't really surprising, she's 21, for fuck's sake.
But it's still sad.
Cannot overemphasize what a wild, fulfilling experience Duolingo Yiddish has been. 600 days in, I'm no great orator, but I feel closer than ever before to a part of my heritage.
Now that that's settled, I guess we need to figure out if the Muppet Jesus was more like Scooter (a well-meaning nepotism hire) or more like Gonzo (an outsider artist with a weird personal life).
I wonder if Jesus was a Muppet.
Hm.
Yeah, sure, that's canon now.
How blessed they are, to have lived a life that included you. How blessed we are, to do the same.
The professional singers I know swear by ginger tea with all the honey you can stand, and a shot of mint schnapps before taking stage. Hope the rest has you up and vociferously vocalizing very soon!
I hope for a lifetime of such sweetness. Better, two; yours and the baby's.
I got it on audiobook and loved every mellifluous minute, but I guess if you're peckish I can spare an elbow.
I hope the poor dear doesn't have other aunts; they'd be a comparative disappointment, one and all.
Have fun! If the opportunity presents itself, you should sing a little song.
Oh shit!
*Bustles about straightening things and dusting under the shelves*
Gail Simone is watching! Act classy!
"Oh, hey, Dan, are you decorating your office door as part of the contest for our work Christmas party?!"
Gentle reader, I chose Violence.
May I use this response in my own life? It is a triumph.
It is common knowledge that I have thin skin and a massive ego. This makes it even harder to cater to other, thinner-skinned, massive-er egos than it would be for a healthy person.
So of course I write for actors and musicians.
Mine has been something of a shit show, but you're Spike. This jabroni of a Monday doesn't stand a chance.
Michael Dorn cannot be given enough credit for the nuance he brought to that grumpy space man.
It was so elegant. I keep it as one of my pillars of world-building. "We don't talk about it."
Good morning to all of you on this, the first day of a Kissingerless Earth! Do your best for someone today, to set the precedent of a new and more loving century to come.
Getting breakfast before clinic escorting today. Could be a long day, and being hangry won't make it easier. Pace yourself today; it's a marathon, not a sprint.
What absolute hogwash for someone to say. I'm sorry you have to deal with this. Is there someone I, as a 'white' man, have to white-man at?
There is nothing more true.
there is tendency to see love as a soft fragile thing and yes thats love sometimes but just as often it is a giant beast with a wide smile and roar of thunder. love moves mountains. it crashes through walls. it is ten thousand suns obliterating the void with radiance. it is might
The ADL has again and again been the tame Jews of powerful white people, and the disgust I feel for them exhausts me every time they enter the news cycle.
God Almighty, is there anything these ghouls won't butcher for thrills?
I can't comment on its academic merits, lacking the background, but the writing is very fluid and breezy. Well done!
I'm glad you're protecting yourself. Such images gave me nightmares for months before I learned stronger boundaries. We can empathize and be spurred to action without harrowing ourselves into terrified paralysis.
Welcome! Your dog is adorable and your work sounds interesting! Maria Farrell pointed at you excitedly, so I'm excited to follow you.