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Like within a comic strip, there is information in and about a blog that ought to be needlfully repeated if the blog is to be sensible to the reader by executing an internal logic. In my pointless yet extremely zestful quest for as much variety as I can fit into a given canvas or tapestry or tesselation or composition, whatever (did you know that I have painted the walls of my house ten different solid colors, and that I have chucked and brushstroked like twenty different paints at a good chunk of the walls I left white? Man, I hate a bland sameness and a canvas you're "not supposed to touch") I may not provide enough reemphasis on important things.
In brief, it seems to me that I do not reaffirm my own internal logic enough in this space.
I was thinking about that because I was wondering seriously, once again, if I might not be completely insane, off my chain and my rocker and a complete stranger to sense, in particular sense that is good or utile. I don't really believe so, but man, also, I cannot make sense of this world, and checking my impressions against the common logic does not provide me with comfort or surety of any kind.
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But whatever! The rules of making Factually Pointless are this:
- A post, once begun, must be either posted or discarded within 24 hours, unless I am working on a special project that went wrong. Special projects are subject to the same constraint if they go well, but I reserve the right to hold back certain elements of special projects when needful, such as the infamous Cutting Room Floor post. A good example of projects that went well and produced each of its posts within 24 hours are all the special projects undertaken last year: Factually Masculine, Factually Sportsmanlike and the Videos Game Saga. Also Factually Musical 2023.
- After I hit post, I have 48 hours to make content edits, cuts, and additions. After that, the post is final, unless I missed spelling errors or admit to myself that my syntax got completely out of control. I type a lot of words correctly, so I try not to be ashamed, but I find spelling errors all over the place even back to the first one hundred posts, which have been subject to this type of aftercare probably a dozen times. The problem, according to science, is that I already know what it says, so my brain just openly tricks me about what my eyes are seeing. Truly needling.
- Very occasionally I will give myself permission to add postscripts, or more than one, to a post. Sometimes this is because the last part of the post simply calls for one and it is part of the original post and other times I am formally making the exception and postscripting days or years after the fact, though these are, I think, usually labeled "edit" for clarity. Hopefully all of them, but I may have slipped.
- I can't just go deleting posts even if I come to think they are ghastly and irresponsible. The blog is meant to be a type of record; it should thus be honest about my missteps, rashness, illogical conclusions, excessive candor, terrible jokes, resolution-breaking, tantrums, and splits with reality.
- Read the disclaimer! It is on the sidebar, labeled Nutritional Facts. Over there →→→→→
- This blog has disclaimers for a fucking reason. I am a truly confused man who has read far more books and internet than is healthy for a brain and played way too many videos game hours completely alone. I started out pretty weird, became truly ruined, and you should absolutely not take my word for anything, no matter how compelling I am--verify, dammit, consider but do not just swallow. I would also like to not be rejected out of hand, but if you must pick one, go with the latter, even if it infuriates me when my ego is waxing. Also go ahead and remember that I am a dry alcoholic that has hallucinated extensively using chemicals and fungi and I smoke way too much weed. This can sometimes agitate my paranoia, as is well-known.
- It is difficult to tell the difference between my jokes, my hyperbole, and my seriousness. This is by design, and it makes everything more difficult for the reader, but this ambiguity is important. All honest thought requires negative space and admittance to ignorance, uncertainty, and doubt. Sometimes something is a joke one day and deadly serious the next, or different readers take different jokes and imperatives from the same screed. Thought is wobbly stuff, and that is to the good, I think--but all the more reason to READ THE DISCLAIMERS. Also if it is any consolation living with my own mercurial nature and mindset can cause extreme complications on my end, and I try to give you the least painful version of that experience. Usually. Sometimes I'll just straight up tell you that God fucked up making the universe and human beings in particular, and sometimes I'll just straight up tell you that it is perfect with every quark in its place and unfolding exactly as it should. Both are true and false. Every time you wake up, you are a new person in a new world, or everything is exactly the same. Etc.
- Special note about current events posts: they are the bane of this blog and the cross I bear in this life. I hate them and I hate the compulsion to even think about the things that form their genesis, let alone actually writing them out. It is a dark and fucked up evil twin to my love for history, and I formally apologize for it and for all its vile waste product. I constantly say that I am done making them, and I try, folks, but let me formally apologize in advance for the seemingly inevitable future ones.
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There, that felt necessary! Happy 515. I think it fits the theme. Whatever that might be.
We are done here, and I am going to go listen to Who songs as I play video games until a tree guy comes over so I can show him how bad these other tree guys fucked up my oak tree and he can tell me how much it will cost me for him to try and ameliorate the damage.
Boy, I need that new computer! I need a new computer. Couldn't we all use a new computer?
--JL
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