Better rip off the old #introductions band-aid so people don't think I'm a poorly written bot.
I'm Al. I'm an old school bisexual, just because they didn't have the word "pan" back when we were driving our hot rods to the malt shop and getting an egg cream for a dime.
I love indie comic books, comedy and cooking. My TV is always blaring something, since otherwise I get lonely.
I'm as broken as everybody else and my coping strategies are pretty terrible, but I make do.
I've been trying to find something to combat my own blend of depression and ADD at work, and decided to try using the pomodoro technique with a visual timer. So far I'm digging it!
1) Being able to see the time until my timed break lets me work through my brain's urge to distraction after a block of work.
2) The structured breaks discourage me from consuming fluff (I've be walking away and reading a book.)
3) My long breaks between cycles are guilt-free, like a post-workout ice cream.
I had a bunch of fruit left over from a taste-tripping party we had with one other safe couple. So it wouldn't go to waste I've been tossing them in jars with a bunch of sugar, to make fruit syrups, then using the fruit syrups to bake with. So far I've made one batch of dark chocolate & key lime blondies and peach & white chocolate muffins (which were also meant to be blondies, but oopsie-doopsy...)
Random lewd but also awkward event
I placed an order for some miracle berry tablets, thinking it would be a fun things to try when we're stuck indoors. For no reason, out of nowhere, a thought popped into my head: "I wonder what they would make pussy taste like?"
It broke my brain. In the middle of a meeting. A meeting I was running. While I was on camera. I just sat there, unable to speak, for minutes.
Global Gallows Humor
We have Nazis running the White House, melting the earth and shutting down health services...
A pandemic battering society...
The economy crashing as we try and minimize the losses...
And now a fucking asteroid is heading towards earth?
Alright, fine. You win this one, Lord. I'll stop sucking dick if you will just RELAX.
I decided to try my hand at making a childhood dish for our work potluck. I didn't have a recipe, just a vague description.
It took 4 hours to make. I love freestyling in the kitchen, but this was like a four hour long jazz solo where I couldn't check if I'd hit "record" until it was over. It was a close call once I had to improvise a bechamel.
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