I’m not “becoming one with nature” any time soon, that’s for damn sure. The title is mostly clickbait, but I think I see it more as a joke than anything else. The reality is that you can’t get offensively drunk in a large group in public, at least not without risk of being hassled by “the man”, but you certainly can get offensively drunk in large groups in the woods! Nature don’t give a shit about your antics. I’m not saying bad things don’t happen in nature, I’m just saying they’re a different sort of bad thing than getting kicked out of an establishment for being loud and vulgar. Either way, I guess we’re going to smoke weed, drink, and float down a river this weekend. It should be fairly fun, and a good precursor to the “up north” bash that my love and I typically throw. It’s normally a family event, but we do drink a little and we smoke a little and there’s a lot of floating and parking boats on sand bars, you know, the good stuff.

I’m on the road for work this week. I have my work backpack, with all my tools and my work laptop, my Sony WH-1000XM4’s, all the cables I’ll ever need, and some other random work equipment. Then I have my secondary laptop bag with my personal laptop, a bunch of weed stuff, charger cables for everything, my Nintendo Switch, my water bottle, and my personal toys to occupy me.

Not gonna lie, I could bring my entire house and it wouldn’t really curb the homesickness I feel. I just miss my person a lot. She couldn’t come visit me for this trip, and I’ve been away for work a lot lately. It’s making me sad, to be honest.

Oh man, the shit that I’m sitting in on right now. These dudes are something else. I literally heard a dude talking about how a drunk man and a drunk woman can constitute rape because apparently only women can’t consent while drunk, and then he details how that should preclude a woman from serving as president. This guy is a real piece of work. He’s the one that’s been espousing the most virulently conservative rhetoric I’ve seen, and I think he’s gonna end up causing a scrap with this shit.

I put my order in, and it shipped. Awesome. If you check the Schiit website, you might see that a number of products they sell are on back order, and at the time of this writing the Freya S was listed on back order by about a month. This component is the piece I need to have a well-rounded stack, because I feel like my Vidar isn’t being “encouraged” enough by my Topping DX3 Pro+. It’s more of a source than a preamp, I feel. But the Freya, though. That thing is supposed to be a powerhouse, with the discrete Nexus gain stage. Apparently it’ll wrestle an extra 19dB out of your line in without distorting the hell out of it.

I have so many things to say about this movie. It’s hard to even sort out where the fuck to start, but I think I have an idea. I think that if there’s one single scene that describes this movie perfectly, it has to be the introduction of the “Guitar Stage Car”. Yep. You read that correctly. It’s a fucking car outfit with a shit-ton of speakers, a mini stage, and a dude playing a flame-throwing guitar while wearing some crazy leather bondage outfit. I guess he just shreds while they go out on raids and shit, I dunno. But this fuckin movie, man. This movie is seriously eleven-out-of-ten over the top.

There really isn’t anything worse than traveling for work and not having access to any of the resources you require to complete the task. I’m here because I need to earn a living to support myself and my family, and my time is precious to me. So wasting it an dragging out the time I’m apart from my family isn’t a great way to curry favor with me. It’s going to view your organization as the joke that it is.

How annoying. I hate it when people treat your time as though it has no value. We’re all on this rock for essentially the blink of an eye and I’ve already lost a third of existence to sleep. Then mankind had to go and invent something stupid like the economy, so now I get to dedicate another third of my life to making someone else money. Awesome. So I’m 66% down and you want to waste my time even further? No thanks, man. Hard pass on that. At least I’m still getting paid, but I guess the part that burns isn’t the money, it’s the respect. Show me respect by not wasting my time, eh?

I finally know what it’s like. All those things people say about what it means to really be in love, how people lord over it as a concept and put these really tight constraints on what it means to be in love- I get it. I can see why people would gatekeep a feeling like this. It feels like a crime to dilute it and allow lesser emotions any stage presence. It makes sense, finally.