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Wheelbarrow full of skulls (he/him)
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Writer. Seattle. Anti-AI since ‘84. willmooreston.com Father. Husband. ND. 🏊‍♂️🚴‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏋💅🤘🥃
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Hey there friend. Wanna get to know me better? Have a look at what I listened to on this ridiculous 14mi morning #run 🧵
Kiddo challenged me to try nanowrimo again. I accepted, and decided to use an idea I had a year ago for a mid grade sci-fi. My swim this morning flew by, as I was lost to the world building going on in my head. This is going to be fun.
Fun part of Decorative Facial Hair season is picking fragrances. This year I went with Tea Tree for beard wash & conditioner, and a set each of Spiced Vanilla and Coffee & Whiskey for oil & balm,

And lemme tell ya, I smell lovely.
How do I know the shopping center is evil?

Every time it loses power it turns into Darth Mall
Subsistence hunting the rich, so hot right now.
I think I’ve (uselessly) finally composed the perfect online dating profile: I’m the kind of guy that, upon opening a new package of single serving string cheeses with perforations between each packet, will separate each of the individual packets and then put them back into the original package.
15 years later, I haven’t done a tri in years (kids are a time suck), but the training mentality has stuck, the habit is formed.

I’m still training for some future race. I don’t know when, I don’t know where, but man, I’m going to crush it.
I hated exercise until I signed up for my first sprint triathlon. That transformed exercise into training. I loved it so much that I just kept signing up for races in places I wanted to see, and that kept me training. The logistics of fitting in 3 disciplines around work was fun, too.
I have officially begun exercising again, and resuming it confirms what I already knew about myself: I fucking hate it, never get the benefit of "endorphin rush" and therefore participate in it only under duress, ie, the knowledge that as a 56-year-old person, if I don't, later life will suck more.
Happy to report my hair grow-out process has achieve troll doll up-do length.
I bet many of the lyrics of Take Down are from Rumi’s own negative self-talk while looking at herself in the mirror. 😢
Continuing a long history of being the absolute best:
A statement. Please read.
Go for it! I’d also highly recommend triathlon, especially if going for a marathon gets to be too much (or too boring). Same (or more) supportive energy, even at shorter distances.
Fry haddock, and loose the cods of war.
my max heart rate topped out 11 points higher than the supposed max for my age during my end of run sprint finish, and I did not die.

Noice.
I had a dream last night that Brad Pitt was my advisor for some high level biology-ish course. I was worried I hadn't done a good enough job on my final paper, but he was very reassuring that my data was solid, my arguments well stated, etc etc. He was very kind and reassuring.

It was weird.
Ooo, “twink priests in cassocks” be a helluva band name though.
I still miss the chill vibes of watching the defrag program do its thing. So soothing.
No I meant that if his memoir is ending than so must his life be, ya gold digging black widow. #jokefail
It ends?!? What are you planning?!?!!
When I was 15 I wanted to get on Letterman’s “stupid human tricks” segment so I tried holding a light bulb in my mouth & hooked the wires of an AC->DC converter to my braces to light it up like uncle fester.

I came to with a sore head and decided that trick was perhaps a touch *too* stupid.