The radio has been playing the shit out of "Too Good" by Drake featuring Rihanna.

The first time I heard "Don't Let Me Down" by the Chainsmokers featuring Daya was a couple of days before my and ﾐA彡's wedding and it immediately made me think of "Angels" by the XX.

It really cracks me up that while the Star Trek reboot totally altered the Prime Universe from TOS and beyond, "Star Trek: Enterprise" is still necessarily canon.

It troubles met that on the same day that Hillary Clinton picked a centrist Democrat as her running mate, Wikileaks released documentation of the DNC actively trying to suppress Bernie Sanders' campaign.

It just occurred to me that the way Jekyll handles timestamps and generates permalinks to posts is not ideal for me.

WARNINGS: (1) more "Inception" spoilers (2) more incoherent, meandering blog posts

In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve once again changed blogging engines. This change differs from previous migrations in that I actually imported my old posts. Of course, I haven’t sifted through the old posts yet, and I’m pretty sure a lot of them are pretty broken. I can’t believe I wrote 400+ posts in the past year and a half. Can you imagine if I actually dedicated this time to writing a novel or a book of poems instead?

I can’t seem to get over Snape’s forlorn and hopeless devotion to Lily. On one hand, it’s really sad and pathetic. On the other hand, it’s heart-wrenchingly awesome.

Now, granted, I’m no impartial observer. I’ve hated Windows since the 1998 iteration, and haven’t looked back. I used Linux as my primary OS from 1999 to 2002, then finally ended up buying an iBook and switching to Mac OS X (which was at version 10.1 at the time.) So I am confused by the outrage generated by drag-and-drop “installation” that is the method that Apple recommends to all developers. The article itself discusses the rationale for these guidelines, which I won’t regurgitate, but which I will refer to.

This particular existential crisis all began over dinner at Tantra in Silver Lake. (Tantra is this hip quasi-Indian restaurant with excellent hipster ambience, which I enjoy in this snide, ironic, too-cool-for-this sort of way.) Joce was in town very briefly—I hadn’t seen her since my (naturally) ill-planned trip to the Big Apple some nine months ago. Joce was the de facto leader of our little clique back in college, and we all had some interesting adventures way back when. Chriscelle, another of my friends from college who is actually the one that I’ve known the longest, came out as well. I haven’t seen her since December. (I am a terrible friend.) She had recently started dating some guy, and somehow, the talk turned to my social life (or the lack thereof.)

now I'm no etiquette nazi—far from it—but the following wedding goings-on strike me as just a little gauche:

See, males are not strictly required for the propagation of life. Human life, perhaps, but in time, the human male may… become anachronistic.

I can only survive in between. I tell you, it'll be a miracle if I wake up happy tomorrow morning. I really don't want to deal with this shit right now, but I made a promise, and I don't want to try to force myself to go to sleep.

But, question, should I spend any more time with [redacted]? At this ridiculous distance, there is really no hope, but, hell, I can't let go. I am compsing an e-mail in my mind as [I write this]. I will feel so lost if I just let go like that.