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Adam Stück
@coffeeologian.bsky.social
Coffee-drinking, story-writing, Christ-following gamer-person. He/Him. My spiritual gift is sarcasm.
A friend showed off his coding skills today. His lines of jumbled letters and cryptic symbols convince me that coding is just disguised sorcery: magic spells and runes of power in digital form. YOU CAN’T FOOL ME WITH YOUR FANCY LAPTOP YOU SORCERER
July 2, 2025 at 9:45 PM
The eyes are the window to the soul, they say. My eyes are a swampy green-brown. I’m not sure what this says about my spiritual self, and I’m not sure I want to know.
June 30, 2025 at 1:36 AM
I’m considering production costs for my story project, and it looks like I’m going to have to sell a kidney. What? No, not one of mine.

Any volunteers? I’ll name a houseplant after you! It’s like crowdfunding. But with kidneys.
June 27, 2025 at 6:27 PM
I’m no expert on flirting, but my relationship coach tells me the first step is to lie down on my back and spread out my limbs, exposing my underbelly as a sign of trust and vulnerability.

For clarity, I should mention that my relationship coach is also my cat.
June 25, 2025 at 3:33 PM
This fixture in my workplace seems about as happy to be there as the rest of us.
June 20, 2025 at 5:30 PM
Things that are hard for me:
• Spontaneity
• Prolonged social interaction
• Street Fighter II
• Personal confrontation
• Making eye contact
• Not alluding frequently to C.S. Lewis
• Math
June 19, 2025 at 8:01 PM
Few things earn my respect and admiration more than hearing someone say, “I was wrong.” Humility and intellectual honesty are rare, beautiful, and increasingly necessary virtues.
June 18, 2025 at 3:46 PM
Window cats.
June 18, 2025 at 1:49 AM
One razor and four Post-It notes later…
June 13, 2025 at 7:30 PM
@theeastpatch.bsky.social
Thank you for sending an angel to help shepherd my wayward flock. 🙏🏻
May 30, 2025 at 6:41 PM
I don’t care how advanced AI may seem. Until it’s able to step on a LEGO, it can’t possibly understand or express the human condition.
May 30, 2025 at 3:47 PM
You call them “holes in my pants.” I call them “ventilation.”
May 28, 2025 at 10:34 PM
I regret to inform you all that I have been cursed to post more regularly on Bluesky. In hindsight, I should never have touched that creepy-looking doll in my local Museum of Cursed Objects.
May 28, 2025 at 5:53 PM
I keep hearing about a “Tick Tock ban,” and I’m heartbroken that the US would criminalize the most creative level in Super Mario 64.
January 19, 2025 at 6:03 PM
Please be especially careful of scams during the holiday season. They aren’t always obvious!

I received a surprisingly convincing request today for personal and financial information, ostensibly from USPS. It seemed legit at first glance. I’m glad I gave it a second look.

Be safe out there! 🙂
December 6, 2024 at 6:15 PM
Ah, “X.” The universal symbol for “wrong.”
November 15, 2024 at 2:49 AM
With those introductory remarks out of the way, I'm officially settled in to Bluesky. It seems nice.
November 13, 2024 at 6:44 PM
At a writing conference a while back, the speaker recommended starting with a rough giraffe. Then polish it, he said, and submit your final giraffe for review and feedback.

I'm not sure I understand the writing process.

#writing #writingtips
November 13, 2024 at 6:40 PM
My electric kettle is a lot like me. It makes a lot of tea and is often full of hot air, and when it’s rattled you can tell it has a screw loose.
November 13, 2024 at 6:40 PM
No, I don't have a problem with eye contact. I'm just sparing you all the horror of gazing into my bleary, bloodshot peepers. You're welcome.
November 13, 2024 at 6:39 PM
NEWS: AI art generators may take away jobs from human artists.
ADAM: Aw, that's an awful shame.
NEWS: AI script generators may someday replace human writers.
ADAM: DO THAT AND I WILL MURDER YOU WITH THIS PEN
November 13, 2024 at 6:38 PM
Look, I'm just saying that if you're finding lions and witches in your wardrobe, it's probably time for you to clean.
November 13, 2024 at 6:38 PM
Every day we stray further from God.
November 13, 2024 at 6:37 PM
Look, I can’t help that my fingers are so cold to the touch. It’s the hand I was dealt.
November 13, 2024 at 6:36 PM
You call it "Not mowing your lawn."

I call it "Respecting nature."
November 13, 2024 at 6:35 PM