multi-pizza two score and a spare bon-anniversaire

it was my good friend’s birthday so i ate two pizzas apparently.

hullo its jie p. (eftir ra pope) wi’ thi shy pee

i remember being given characters for each letter in primary school. annie apple. bouncing ben. hairy hat man. quite wild. and i was taught that j rymes with i. it was many many years before i learned that the entire world says it like jay. so it was a unique aspect of growing up in glasgow that there were lots of boys my age kicking about called ‘jp’ after pope john paul the second.

and shy pee is a humbling condition which i want to draw awareness to.

don’t text yer ex, drunk dialist splitting violence

never drink and dial! there is a pub in town that has ‘don’t text your ex’ written behind the bar. but i imagine that a person who has their ex on their mind probably doesn’t need the low level trauma of a reminder. every time they order a drink. while on the night out. trying to forget their troubles.

we all rely on the good souls who forgive us.

i’m not a big bird guy, but i like quirky birds. puffins are grand. kingfishers. egrets. flamingos obviously. and i suppose a goose has a plucky charm. maybe i am a big bird guy. now i think of it, i am getting a tattoo of a bird today. maybe i am a bird guy?

ubuntu, our humanity, sister, brother, heal me pleaseand i will heel to you:

i am prone to getting quite into things. was very interested in linux in my 20s. i think partly because i had so little money. i love the sort of anarchist ethos of the linux / free software movement. i haven’t dabbled in quite a while now but i am curious to see what ubuntu linux looks like in 2025.

ahm a wan can wee dram ama-drama cry baby

ha. i was going through a highly emotional phase. lots of tears. i was doing some work on early trauma in therapy at the time so i guess i was thinking a lot of heavy thoughts. i kept a diary of my emotions for a while. see where the triggers were. it turned out to be mostly the beautiful things in life. songs, love, the people i care about.

singsong paraphernalia and assorted phrases for sale

happy valentines day! it’s a bit late but why not buy a custom poem from the gift shop? prices are eyewateringly high but if you email me code ‘cheapskatelove’ i’ll do you a deal. 8 lines for £50 inc. vat. limited to the first 1million customers.

#autism #spokenword #brexit #writing #poetry

story and sensation is all there is, between the end and the beginning

what is it to be a human? in any instant, all there is are the sensations you feel, see, hear, etc. a temperature, the weight of the earth pushing against your feet or arse, your shirt label on your neck. and then there is the story you tell yourself these things mean. but you know, you could be a brain in a vat being fed false experiences by a computer. and you are free to tell yourself that story if you prefer it.

cursed inadequate chuck-sticking, can’t hold cash either

i can’t really throw. or catch. i’ve got a bit better at it over the years, but i am just not a hand eye coordination sort of person. likewise, i am not designed to use raquets. i once chucked a tennis raquet into the air in frustration, only to catch it with my face shortly thereafter.

i don’t think i have ever successfully struck a shuttlecock. and how anyone can hit a baseball with such a narrow bat i’ll never comprehend.

so it’s little surprise that i am also hopeless at chucking sticks for the dog. yet every time, i’m a bit disappointed in myself. a bit of me seems to believe i’m eventually going to get the knack of it.

my airpod uneared into a drain so i chanced an upgrade

ah well. so it’s a year i’ve had these airpods now. returning from an early morning climbing session, my airpod escaped the ear canal and went for the drain instead. i presume anyway. i looked for a while then went to argos and bought new ones. can’t live an adequate life without headphones.