Mistakes I made so you don’t have to

OK, so, my first mistake was not the decision to go back to my Air BnB and rest up before the GRL evening program. That was an entirely logical and sound decision involving wise and judicious boundary-setting.

No, my first mistake was, having gone home, deciding that to relax I would eat – alone – a single-serve pot cookie, recommended by the dispensary as a gentle option for newbies who haven’t touched marijuana since 1991.

My second mistake was thinking, only an hour later, the cookie wasn’t working.

My third mistake was eating the single-serve THC chocolate.

My fourth mistake, and this, I think, was the critical one, was the brainstorm that – having ingested multiple THC-laden products – what would really relax me was a two-mile walk around a strange city. Again, alone.

The gravity of my compounding errors appeared one mile out when the time dilation set in. I’m not sure if the paranoia or the deja vu came next: both came before sensory distortions.

It took either five minutes, or around eight Martian years, to go from walking on a pavement beside a busy road, to traversing a black-sand beach atop ragged white cliffs, at the bottom of which ran a buzzing ribbon of expressway traffic. By the time I was 0.8 miles from home the small part of my brain that was not currently walking in an alternative reality – yellow, in the key of peppermint, and flavored with disquiet – remembered there’s a bloody good reason why I didn’t smoke pot for the last 26 years. Being utterly unable to restrain my mind from wandering really freaks me the fuck out.

Having floated home I curled up helplessly on the bed as my synapses buggered off to the playground beyond objective reality.

For five hours.

It was not fun.

The takeaway: when in Denver, imbibe with friends, single-serve means single serve, park yourself somewhere safe, and skip the aerobic exercise.

Oh, and I have two pot cookies available.

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Adventures in the United States

Google is my shepherd; I shall not want.

It maketh me to sit down at The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf: it leadeth me to Caribou Coffee.

It restoreth my soul: it leadeth me in the paths of free wifi for its name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of “Where the fuck am I?” I will fear no evil: for Google art with me; its GPS and its transit schedules, they comfort me.

Google preparest a table before me in the presence of delayed rail services: it anointest my mouth with corndogs; my Vietnamese Cold Brew runneth over.

Surely bookstores and public bathrooms shall accompany me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the arms of Google forever

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Jibun Techo Unboxing

Not mine, but the captivating Meredith Moore from Wonder Fair in Lawrence, Kansas. I’ve watched all her unboxings now and I wish this was my local store. They have an online shop, but they sell bugger all on it, so you can’t order the Jibun Techo from them. I wonder if it’s a distribution agreement thing? Maybe you can order if you phone them up, like you’re living in 1991?

They sell the Hobonichi too. If you’re in the midwest you have to check them out. For bonus points, report in and tell us how the shop was IRL.

How to repeat one song on Google Play (Android)

When I’m working I need to listen to one song on repeat all day. My autistic brain likes the comfort of knowing what’s coming next, and the critical, analytical part of my brain switches off and leaves me in flow. It’s awesome. Evidence arose this week that not everyone knows you can put one song on repeat on Google Play. Here’s how you do it on an Android phone.

Btw, this is my walking soundtrack. I don’t actually work to any of these. But Britney definitely gets me to pick up my pace. Don’t judge me 🙂

  1. Navigate to your playlist or album track listing and select the track you want to repeat.playlist.jpg

2) Tap on the album cover art.

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3) When the album art enlarges, find the gray ‘loop’ icon on the lower left of the screen.

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4) Tap this one time to put the whole playlist on repeat. The icon will turn orange.

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5) Tap it again to put that single track on repeat – a small ‘1’ will appear in the middle of the loop icon. Now your brain too can enter flow.

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To remove from repeat just tap once more until the icon turns gray again.

If you want to shuffle the entire playlist choose the shuffle icon on the right side instead. I don’t use this because it would make my brain very unhappy to be unaware of what was coming next.

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Happy walking and working.

Did you know I wrote manties?

M. Caspian stories are kind of dark. And no one wants to read, or write, dark 100% of the time. So one of my other pen names is A.L. Anderson. I have two books out under this name right now, but I have more planned for next year. These are traditional sugary sweet m/m romances with HEAs all round, and absolutely no one gets eaten alive by ants.

Grosgrain & Taffeta features manties and corsets. Originally it was going to be a series, and it still might, but I have a shit-ton of other stuff to finish first.

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Cats Have Staff is a short lunch-break read, with—to state the obvious—a cat.

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Going forward I’m going to link books by both author names on separate pages on this blog.

The last thirteen months have been really good for me, personally. Not having a full-time day job has definite down sides—like the lack of money—but I’ve been able to stop feeling like a fractured person. I’ve had a lot of family stress to cope with, but even so, I’m visibly healthier, and happier, and my blood pressure stopped completely freaking my doctor out. Moving to my new house in November will continue this journey into a whole life: simpler, and cheaper, but more meaningful and authentic. And as part of this I don’t want to fracture my writing self anymore either. Sometimes I want to write dark, and sometimes I just want the cute boy to end up with the other cute boy. They’re both me. Maybe you’ll like these books too.

 

 

 

 

Deja vu. Again

My mom was a kid during the Cold War of the 1950s. She knew there’d be a nuclear war. I was a kid during the Evil Empire era of the 80s. I knew there’d be a nuclear war. What point was there in trying to do anything when I wouldn’t be growing up? And now here we are again. I have no idea what’s going to happen, but I do know we have each other, and the connections we forge. We have the words we write, the art we make, the code we design, the smiles we share, the pets we snuggle, the joy of oxygen going in and out of our lungs. Under our feet lies a planet in the Goldilocks zone: we already beat the odds.

We get today. Let’s do something with it.