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Depression By David Bock

Depression By David Bock

As the title implies, this article is going to be more serious than what I usually post.

I’ve struggled with depression most of my life. By the time I was 18 I’d gotten through almost a decade of therapy, this helped quite a bit and I learned some good coping mechanisms. Unfortunately, depression is never something that completely goes away and the blue devils are always waiting at the edges for me to let my guard down.

I’m not alone in this. A great many p...

Working for Money

Okay, to begin with, this post is not picking on anyone. It might seem like I am, but I’m not really. There are just certain concepts that I need to perhaps make you think through, and consider, because technology has changed, but people haven’t thought through the implications of it. And for some reason the right side of the isle has REALLY PECULIAR feelings about work and about what it respects. And look, here I’m saying I have those issues too, and I had to THINK through them.

We all o...

Love by the Balloonatic

Love by the Balloonatic

Earlier this year, my friend Nathan Brindle was experimenting with Midjourney and he began sharing images he had developed using images of his wife. I called them my daily Sally and they brightened up my morning when he posted them. I’m not sure if it was his plan or our encouragement, but he released them in a delightful picture book, AI is Love. Nathan and Sally, while they attended the same high school a few grades apart didn’t start dating or marry until later ...

Mushy

There is nothing quite as terrifying — and remember this is coming from a person who has to defeat a baseline fear of driving to drive at all — as pushing your brake pedals and it goes mushy on you. And maybe it has some effect but it’s not what you expect.

As some of you know I’m not a trusting person. Born under one form of socialism, raised under another. Why would I be? Precisely?

So I’m more or less always sniffing the wind, looking for signs, because the economic numbers are not...

Shouldering It Up

Oh, I want to shrug. Don’t you?

I even understand that book and the impulse that drives it, and I’m not deriding it. Once or twice, I might have stomped around the house yelling “Who is John Galt?” Or if you prefer “Who is Jung Alt” (from a vanished comic some of you might remember.)

But ultimately…

Today is a day I didn’t want to get up. before you worry overly, let me assure you that I’m better, but with the current crud, better seems to be process. Yesterday I was better than th...

In The Jungle, The Mighty Jungle The Memes Sleep Tonight

Brain Died And Stuff

I regret to inform you my brain seems to be dead this morning. Now part of this might be insufficient caffeine as, for the first time in years, I had to share my breakfast coffee with son, which means I’m low.

But part of it was a day of cleaning, a day of cooking, and then a day with family, even if these are my best beloved people in all the world, people in fact I would die for without so much as blinking, people without whom my life would have no meaning: pieces of my heart running fr...

On Sale Now and new stuff

99c UNTIL THE 26TH: Darkship Thieves

Athena Hera Sinistra never wanted to go to space.

Never wanted see the eerie glow of the Powerpods. Never wanted to visit Circum Terra. She never had any interest in finding out the truth about the Darkships.
You always get what you don’t ask for. Which must have been why she woke up in the dark of shipnight, within the greater night of space in her father’s space cruiser, knowing that there was a stranger in her room. In a short time, after taking ...

Huns-giving Reminders- By Alma Boykin

*While I’m AFK doing family like stuff, Alma has undertaken to keep this place minimally safe through tonight and tomorrow – SAH*

Huns-giving Reminders by Alma Boykin

1. No, you may not serve yourself from the turkeys. After someone took two entire turkeys, we have to limit access. Don’t blame us, blame the miscreant.

2. No arguing theology, especially while in the serving line. The last time someone started the “9 mil or .45” debate over the potatoes, the mess took an hour to clean ...