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So, looks like I picked a fucked up year to try DefCon. Anyone want to give me some pointers on the best way to approach this biz?

I think one of the things that really blows my mind about this year, is that the IRS is completely unreachable.

The organization that funds this country isn't answering their phones.

Looks like I might be headed towards an intervention with my roommate.

Frankly at this point I suspect schizoaffective disorder, and am completely out of my league. I've reached out to local MH orgs for advice, but I'm contemplating calling her mother (whom I don't know).

I took a nap today, and had a stress dream about being ambushed and shot by a fascist at a protest.

I won't go into details, but it was definitely one of those realistic, visceral dreams that calls your attention to your overall existential situation, once you wake up and take a few deep breaths.

It's so easy, even if you read history and grasp statistics, for even current events to become smoothed into platitudes and data. I don't blame us for that -- the human mind makes pearls out of grit as a coping mechanism, and we're all doing that in overdrive right now.

But things cut through that. Dreams. Moments of genuine kindness, that show you how rare such a thing has become. Seeing old photos, realizing what you've gotten used to living without. Words of hope, that feel almost electrocuting through the numbness.

I don't know what to say, except hang on to the raw moments. They're telling the truth.

@c0debabe I agree about Pixelfed, think I'll work more on my account.

Aaaah! You beautiful people, lol.

Stoked!

Me before HOPE2020: "I could use a few ideas for new personal projects."

Me now: