There is a tree near my apartment that, until recently, has been host to hundreds of birds in the evenings. There are two species, the great-tailed grackle and another smaller species that I haven’t identified. Some white-winged doves also hang out there, chilling with the grackles. The birds seem to
Anyone who knows me, knows that I don’t apologize. For almost anything. Even if I’m wrong, I take it as a learning experience and consider that I was making the best judgement, decision, or what-not that I could have made at the time. Apologizing only seems to feed the monster
I mentioned a couple of posts back about a video by Sakura Gakuin, where they were singing a song called “Graduation Toss” and where they pretty much were finding it impossible to hold it together. You could see it on their faces throughout the song. One girl was just about
I admit it. I play a waifu game. These are a form of “gacha” games – of which “Raid: Shadow Legends” is perhaps one of the more artificially famous varieties. Except the characters are all very beautiful women, most of whom have very large breasts. I mean, very large breasts. One
As a child, the world was magic. When you’re a child, you don’t know how anything works, and generally, even if someone explained it to you, you wouldn’t really understand. I remember a few things as a child. I remember in first grade they played a video of two alien
For those of you who are unfamiliar, Babymetal started with three singers: Nakamoto Suzuka, Kikuchi Moa, and Mizuno Yui. At one point, Yui had to leave the group for unspecified health reasons (which are none of anyone’s business, if we’re being blunt about it) and hasn’t been heard from since.
Writing in this blog is difficult. I think it’s because there’s a mix of two drives – a need to share, and a rather strong distaste for the medium in which I’m sharing. I’ve been on the net, in one form or another, since I was maybe seventeen or eighteen.
So I’ve mentioned before my project that I call the “Lily Project”, over at https://lovelylilylives.com. It is a work of serial fiction, about a sixteen year old girl who has lost her memories and is trying to make her way in the world with that significant handicap – or is
I am a man (though who knows what that means anymore). I am in my mid 40s. I live in America. I haven’t dated in ten years. And I will never date an American woman again. And this whole recent kerfluffle about Roe vs. Wade just solidifies why. So, before
I have a confession to make. Well, is it a confession? I guess it’s something you didn’t know that you will in a few seconds. I hate misspelling, mispronunciation (with caveats), and bad grammar. What I particularly hate is that no one seems to even care about misspelling, mispronunciation, and bad