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A lot. But at the forefront, throwing axes is a great way to spend an hour. I'm not any good, but sometimes engaging in an activity you suck at while laughing yourself stupid is more fun than being good at the activity at hand. I totally want to do that again.

Russia is invading Ukraine.

I think a lot about how cool it would be if Watkins Glen used the original layout without the Inner Loop, mostly because in sim racing I really prefer how the approach to Turn 5/the Outer Loop and how great it feels to overtake under braking there.

I just had a very similar crash to the three that caused the track to be modified.
It just occurred to me that I've had this crash a dozen of times over the years, at least.

Thank god nostalgic idiots don't have final say on how things are designed, even if it's slightly less cool I'm glad people don't die or end up breaking their legs so often. There's a lot of tracks that I like the old layouts of, but it's probably a worthwhile trade off to not have the safety issues that were so common in the so-called Golden Era. I prefer when people don't die.

Sitting calmly on the sensation and urge to punch something doesn't make me feel better.

More like it's a 'pause' button. It's just a matter of time until something or someone hits 'play'.

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I figured something out about my brother. We used to wrestle. I could always beat him, but he seemed to like to wrestle. It just occurred to me why. He picked on me, and in his mind, it was okay, because if I actually objected enough, I could kick his ass. But I never did, except in play.

I broke his collar bone once. We told my mom he had tripped over the utility pipe in the front lawn, but he apparently told his teachers and classmates that I had done it, because the gym teacher kid me about it.

Here's something else I think I figured out about my brother.

I grew to my current height by seventh grade. I remember a gym class where we were all lined up by height, girls and boys, and I was the tallest. It hadn't occurred to me before then, but I was really tall for seventh grade. I guess it was assumed I was going to be really tall, but I actually stopped growing that year. I still have a pair of boots my parents bought for me, with room to grow into, that are still too big.

Well, there was this story that my family told itself that my brother and I had had some kind of bone density test done and that I was going to be five eleven and he was going to be six feet. In retrospect, that was probably a tall tale, no pun intended, told to reassure my brother that he would eventually be taller than me.

He didn't finish growing until he was about 20. I think he's the same height I am now. About five seven.

The amusing thought of the naivete of Autistic folk who believe that communism can be anything other than a force of evil.

It is evil for disabled folk because tending to disabled folk demands economic prosperity.

Do people really think when everybody is dirt poor in communist countries (which they have always been compared to western folk, particularly for the past 350 years or so...) - that these communist, economically impoverished, NT folk are going to look after them?

It is almost unbelievable to me that people buy into this ideology....

F---ing. Russia.

Let's see...it's horizontal for attention and vertical for results, right?

So much work tomorrow.

I think I'm doing okay in this Discord server so far. It's also nice getting to talk to more people in my age range.

Lunch convo:

friend: Did Russia invade?
me; I think so, not too sure.

Ukraine.

Is it world war 3 yet?

We need a smilie for tired and sleepy.

Kinda funny how you can have one person in a family that looks and behaves like no one else (I behave like my mother in some ways, which is the one thing I share). The odd one out in almost everything, even though he wants to be like anyone else and hates being "special" (the latter being mostly negatives, so I guess that's fine to self-depreciating me). I suppose it's good that I'm not like some of the others.

Thinking about the times I've been a judgemental jerk and feeling remorse and shame for such. It's not me, but it is as it was. Some can be excused, some not (I can't excuse them myself). Sorry.

Thoughts and dreams.