Punk thoughts rough draft, Generational theory BS
Sometimes I feel like:
Gen X worked very hard to define Punk in multiple forms.
Gen "Z" is somewhat unintentionally very unironically Punk.
We millennials are in sort of stuck in the worst middle: intentionally Punk and very accidentally ironic at it. It's tough not to envy the sincerity of X and the seeming effortlessness of Z. Though I guess it's not Z's fault the world made punk the default (by being shit).
The Expanse S1
It's SO MUCH plotted like an RPG campaign (which I mean it was, so). The party just happens to show up to all the important events in the solar system right as they are happening. The party splits up to prep the ship and the GM just has both dealing with the same problems from opposite directions to up the impact of the scenario they planned for months. The party has weird plot armor when they need it.
🐦 This is a cross-post from Twitter, its contents might suck 🐦
"A penny for your thoughts" is a phrase from 1522. So anyone offering that same damn penny actually owes you $11.36.
(Yes, I did calculated the inflation and then converted from British pounds to dollars because it is easier than writing my novel.)
Honda e Thoughts
The Honda e (their new all electric car) looks stupid cute. It's got a raccoon / trash panda face and tail. A wood dash. Retro-future throwback-to-the-future feel of almost exactly what an 80s kid in their parent's Civic might expect a 2019 Honda to look like.
I feel like I've almost convinced myself I want one as my next car. Look at the cute trash panda face:
Professional software developer. Unsuccessful nonfailure writer and game designer.
Smeap is the honk of a flamingo. Smeap was also at least once, a storybook land at the weird intersection of TV ads and the worlds they seem to inhabit. It was a place where wars were fought over sodas, and talking polar bears had very good reasons to guard soda machines. It was a place where rainbow color candies were harvested for electric power. It was a place where a prairie dog might move to big city inhabited mostly by Pink Flamingos to follow her dream to be private investigator, only to get slowly entangled in the seedy underbelly of crime and prohibited soda trading of the Neon Flamingos and their syndicate. Social media at times lately feels like it has become almost entirely seedy underbelly with very little upside. Maybe it needs more storybook worlds.