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Titles are Exhausting

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  • YIL 
  • (Yesterday, I learned …) 
  • If you click on a band name in Spotify, and then click on the three little dots by their name, you can select, “Do Not Play This Artist.” 
  • Goodbye, Five Finger Death Punch. 
  • May you and your Village People-of-Hard-Rock routine never darken my ears again. 
  • And could you please take Rob Zombie with you. 
  • K? 
  • Thx. 
  • Byyyyyyeeeeee. 
  • No, not bye. 
  • Not yet. 
  • That was only 62 words. 
  • There are expectations. 
  • I feel if I go too short I’m cheating my regulars. 
  • Anyway. 
  • More of this, Spotify. 
  • I know, I know. 
  • I keep talking about Nine Inch Nails. 
  • I love his instrumental stuff maybe more than his hits. 
  • I love the mood in almost all of them. 
  • Movies play in head. 
  • A lot of chase scenes. 
  • Usually in some sort of flying cars in cyberpunk metropolises.  
  • Metropolisii?  
  • Whatever. 
  • Head movies. 
  • I wish all those AR headsets would rise to their potential already. 
  • Give. It. To. Me. 
  • I want Tony’s glasses from the Iron Man flicks. 
  • Well, really, Spider-man: Far From Home.  
  • Honestly, still sitting here smiling about getting rid of bands I dislike. 
  • DO NOT SUGGEST THAT NONSENSE TO ME, ALGORITHM!! 
  • Sorry. 
  • I prefer to be my own algorithm, just like back in the old times. 
  • I won’t be saying “Get off my lawn” in a few short years. 
  • It’ll be shorter. 
  • And more profane. 
  • Heh. 
  • Annnd whatever powered our manic energy kick off to this list ran out. 
  • It was just riding the wave of “do not play this” giddiness. 
  • Last night, I went into my bathroom, which is where my closet is, to get my running shoes. 
  • Moved a shoe, noticed skittery spider movement of the bigger variety. 
  • Reacted like when Sheriff Brody is chumming the water and Bruce shows up right next to his head.
  • Picked up a different shoe, then moved the one I saw it skitter toward. 
  • Thing was the size of my palm. 
  • Smashed it. 
  • And then I noticed lots of smallish things around it. 
  • Which, of course turned out to be baby spiders. 
  • Smash all the things!!
  • From the living room: “What are you doing?” 
  • Me: “You don’t want to know.” 
  • Finished smashing tiny moving things, which is challenging given my visual … issues. 
  • I think I got ‘em all, but it was large enough the thought of having to clean it up gave me the geebies. 
  • I did. 
  • Obviously. 
  • Then I went out to the living room and told her. 
  • Freaking nightmare fuel. 
  • I go in there in the dark without turning the light on, for cryin’ out loud. 
  • Now, what, I have to shoe-up beforehand? 
  • Freaking babies.  
  • Everywhere. 
  • I could feel them on me for a good hour afterward. 
  • Still can. 
  • My brain is not always on the same team as me. 
  • Tow the line, bro. 
  • Oof. 
  • I have written a lot of words this week. 
  • Like … 4500+. 
  • Have word fatigue. 
  • And many more to go. 
  • Because I haven’t written anything for the Book. 
  • Can’t keep letting that slide. 
  • I follow a ton of the writing-related subReddits. 
  • r/Selfpublish 
  • r/writing 
  • r/etc. 
  • There’s a ton of people on there, if they’re not bots, making decent money writing fiction and self-publishing. 
  • I don’t always follow up on what kind of fiction they’re producing. 
  • When I bought my Subaru, the salesbro, when he found out what I do for a living, told me his wife was an author. 
  • Sure she is.
  • He said she wrote “romance” and self-published on Amazon.
  • That she had about 10 books, and was working on a deal with a traditional publisher. 
  • But also, that she was pulling in $30,000-40,000/month. 
  • Record scratch. 
  • And then he showed me her Amazon page.
  • … 
  • What I’m saying is that I should just give up and write smut under a pen name and profit. 
  • Like, the Wife had this dream the other day that we were all at a family dinner at her Mom’s house, and her sister announced she was pregnant. 
  • The father? 
  • A Cyclops. 
  • And like a bad one, head like a muppet. 
  • We laughed about it. 
  • But my first reaction that I dared not speak … that could be an Amazon smut book. 
  • We could be rich. 
  • People buy that stuff all the time. 
  • I mean, c’mon, neither the plot nor the prose has to be any good when you’re writing about Cyclopean womanizers. 
  • … 
  • The List may have just jumped the shark. 
  • Weekend plans? 
  • I’m finally going to go try the Grocer for breakfast. 
  • Can’t wait. 
  • Breakfast is probably one of my favorite eating out experiences. 
  • Past that, no plans.
  • Well, maybe a couple Old Fashions. 
  • Clean the house, probably. 
  • Notice how the weather during the week was magical, and today, tomorrow and Sunday are back to the normal August shenanigans.  
  • Conspiracy. 
  • Okay, since we’re jumping about. 
  • This came up in conversation with my oldest friend via text this week. 
  • What music/album have you rebought the most times? 
  • I’m guessing mine is Metallica’s Master of Puppets.
  • 1) Cassette 
  • 2) CD 
  • 3) Replacement CD (possibly multiple replacement CDs)
  • 4) Digital 
  • 5) Remastered Extended Version CD (four discs!!)
  • And I honestly can’t remember if I paid for the Remastered Extended digital version so it would be mine and not subject to whether or not I subscribed to Amazon music. 
  • Yes, I still have a CD player in the car. 
  • In fact, if they still offer CD players in cars as Options, I’ll continue to have CD players in my car. 
  • Because once I buy a CD, I own it. 
  • And I’ve had enough of subscriptions. 
  • … 
  • We’re stopping before this turns into an Oldish-Man Rant. 
  • You!
  • Have a weekend. 
  • And have one like you mean it. 
  • High five.

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