Sometimes I find a thought separate than my own inside my head. I mean, it's me, right... but it's like the 2nd me. It usually tells the person I typically identify as me how to be better at the task I'm working at. It's like a dad, I guess, but also a bit like a nagging wife. The identifiable me does listen sometimes, but often ignores these thoughts. I have a feeling that if I listen real carefully though, I could probably do anything I was physically capable of really well.

Gm. Frens only.

Revisiting Ahsoka season1. Atmospheric space whales are fucking dope. 🐋 👽

GM fuckers. I've been sick for days. They call it the Humboldt crud. This is always the worst part if sending your kid back to school... what they bring home. Uuuuugh.

But its a third bigger 🤷‍♂️

GM!!!!

So... 80k zapathon or what?

Can you share what that is/was. I blocked it (again) and cant see it now.

The uneven droop. Lol.

It was my birthday yesterday. No need to say anything now. 🤣

To each their own. But no.

Humboldt Music Archive is now an official 501c3 non-profit organization. LFG!!! 💪 humboldtmusicarchive.org

Everyone has their thing. But I would never trade a raisin for any amount of chocolate.

Raisins > chocolate chips

So, some of you know I've been archiving local albums. Sharing a screenshot of the preservation package for a single release. Preservation Record and SHA256checksums included with each. Rotating storage bitchez. 1 held offsite. Fixity checks abound. 💪

Usually they lead to entirely different parts of the building. I had one once that led from the living room to the back bedroom.