Nate Lundberg (he/him)
@natelundberg.bsky.social
Writer. Composer. Contractor. Professional accomplishments include blowing things up in the ocean, blowing things up in space, and non-explosive dog-sitting.
It should be called electrougly because nobody looks cute while being electrocuted.
June 12, 2025 at 6:26 PM
It should be called electrougly because nobody looks cute while being electrocuted.
Sound guy: I’ll be right there, I have to run the line to the bass first.
Me: You’re going about this the wrong way. You have to WALK the bass line, not run it.
Me: You’re going about this the wrong way. You have to WALK the bass line, not run it.
January 27, 2025 at 5:33 AM
Sound guy: I’ll be right there, I have to run the line to the bass first.
Me: You’re going about this the wrong way. You have to WALK the bass line, not run it.
Me: You’re going about this the wrong way. You have to WALK the bass line, not run it.
It’s so beautiful out today with the hoar frost clinging to the trees, but really? Hoar frost was the best name they could come up with? Frostitute was right there!
January 26, 2025 at 7:44 PM
It’s so beautiful out today with the hoar frost clinging to the trees, but really? Hoar frost was the best name they could come up with? Frostitute was right there!
Me whenever someone says “Happy holidays!”
“Excuse me, but in MY house we say MERRY holidays.”
“Excuse me, but in MY house we say MERRY holidays.”
December 20, 2024 at 3:03 AM
Me whenever someone says “Happy holidays!”
“Excuse me, but in MY house we say MERRY holidays.”
“Excuse me, but in MY house we say MERRY holidays.”
Everyone always says the band sounds good, but no one ever says the band smells good.
December 15, 2024 at 3:41 PM
Everyone always says the band sounds good, but no one ever says the band smells good.
Optimist: the cup is half full
Pessimist: the cup is half empty
Writer: The cup sat perched on an olive bookshelf before a French window, and through it a sublime prism was thrown across stacks of papers and nagging projects. From the corner of my eye, whiskers threatened the balance.
Pessimist: the cup is half empty
Writer: The cup sat perched on an olive bookshelf before a French window, and through it a sublime prism was thrown across stacks of papers and nagging projects. From the corner of my eye, whiskers threatened the balance.
Optimist: the cup is half full
Pessimist: the cup is half empty
Watercolorist: that cup was my paint water not my tea 😭😭😭
Pessimist: the cup is half empty
Watercolorist: that cup was my paint water not my tea 😭😭😭
Optimist: the cup is half full.
Pessimist: the cup is half empty.
Game Artist: The cup is also very dirty, and the liquid inside has bubbles, for interest.
Pessimist: the cup is half empty.
Game Artist: The cup is also very dirty, and the liquid inside has bubbles, for interest.
November 25, 2024 at 4:12 PM
Optimist: the cup is half full
Pessimist: the cup is half empty
Writer: The cup sat perched on an olive bookshelf before a French window, and through it a sublime prism was thrown across stacks of papers and nagging projects. From the corner of my eye, whiskers threatened the balance.
Pessimist: the cup is half empty
Writer: The cup sat perched on an olive bookshelf before a French window, and through it a sublime prism was thrown across stacks of papers and nagging projects. From the corner of my eye, whiskers threatened the balance.