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I have look at it, and if I have something that’s solidly casual, it could fit there, although I’m also thinking that if I have three casual thoughts in a day, now I’m already almost flooding the place. Would have to start slowly in that case.

My understanding is that on Mastodon, you keep it pretty short, and that you have to be followed by people by having gotten reposted by the right popular people or no one will ever know you exist. I’m not very comfortable with chasing popularity. And when I looked at Mastodon, it didn’t look very light.

I get that a question brings more engagement, but if I don’t have a question, I don’t have a question. And I might have a thought I want to put down in writing, and maybe someone will read it. Even if no one happens to read it, putting it where someone could read it and not just on paper or a nowhere unknown blog can feel better.

Healthier, maybe less combative from getting a better understanding of who someone is.

I’ll feel like it would be nice to interact with some people, and maybe I want to write some, but I won’t have any questions, and I don’t feel like reacting to what happened in politics today perhaps, and I don’t enjoy memes.

I expect it would be too much for me alone. And do I put them all in one poorly-named general community that I make that ends up a grab-bag, or do I make lots of communities that I only touch once in six months when I happen to have a thought or experience in some topic and I also happen to remember that I even have that community to write in?

I’m not thinking specifically of deep thoughts or shallow thoughts, but when I happen to think of anything, it could be nice to communicate it to other people where it might spur thoughts for them or conversation or even just put it down in writing even if no one cares. If it’s casual enough, there is casualconversation, but if it doesn’t fit in the box well, it doesn’t fit in the box well. Or not even thoughts exactly as I might want to talk about what I did today or saw today.

Ah, moving…there was a moment in my early teens when we could have moved, and I sometimes wonder how that could have opened up my life. Of course I didn’t know our finances and had little grasp of what was going on with my mother psychologically.

I saw a television episode on Youtube once where a guy went back because there was the girl he didn’t get when he was around 17. She had been so built up with the glow of memory, but then seeing her again with adult eyes, she was like a kid to him. Pretty girl, but someone whose memory he could move on from now.

Maybe Back Then would be less of a nebulous, mysterious thing to think over if I had photos or video from back then. No photos or video? Must have been real horse-and-buggy days.

I saw Night Flight in syndication, and I loved the weird cartoons and films and everything.

I’ve tried to remember why I never mentioned it to anyone at school, and I think I must have been afraid somehow.

It was a long time before I even learned (from reading what others had to say about their teens and early 20s) that a “normal” person was trying on lots of identities/subcultures to see where they could be coolest and most liked and also that they were looking around for specific cool people they wanted to be like and copying them.

If I try to think who was cool whom I could have wanted to be, I don’t really think of anyone. Maybe I had a strong sense of myself, or maybe I wasn’t around people I thought that highly of, or maybe I was just very certain I was never going to be cool so I shouldn’t embarrass myself by trying.

How silly. If I hated them, I wouldn’t be reading their biographies.

I wasn't thinking of higher gluten in the starter specifically, but rather whether a starter destroys gluten to the point where maybe I should be using the cheapest option in the starter and not waste the flour that I will use later in the process.

Not sure I’d want to moderate it, and I don’t think my instance allows random communities.

I’ve only recently even tried baking with rye, with rye flour being niche and relatively expensive in the US :(

Also, I really have to add:

Seriously, the whole rest of the movie, your feet were no longer slashed up and were just fine? And this wasn’t any kind of comedy or satire? What were you thinking?

I didn't really write what I meant in my mind. I meant before dial-up internet came to the public and they were using those other services.

Even though I was too poor and rural for internet services, I am old enough to remember the analog days, and this is very interesting what you're saying about the narrow perspective and then broadening it.

Like I remember the nightly national news on television and accepting it in the way of a kid who's bright but hasn't seen anything of the world very far from his house. Maybe the wider world seemed like something that happened only on television. Whatever Tom Brokaw said seemed like probably what was happening out there.

But I think I would have expected at least a Southern cop to fuck anyone over whom he didn't know, and we knew that cops liked to sit at the bottom of a hill with an unexpected speed limit and ticket the public all day.

I can remember being a little bit aware of adbusters in the late 90s (IIRC, they were trying to sell something called black spot sneakers, and I kind of suspected they were just being like any company except with different rhetoric), can remember seeing that there was some company called Loompanics (I think) that sold every kind of crazy book. I knew that alt.2600 existed, but I didn't really understand it.

But, beyond that, I don't think I recall the broadening as clearly as you do. There was probably a good bit of waking up that I didn't do until the 2000 election happened, saw how the people around me regarded it, etc.

I've never heard of Spin! I'll watch it now.

Did you have to spend a lot of time fending off weird, dorky guys?

Was your family reasonably well-to-do?

I was half-expecting you to say they got the first bill and hit the roof because no one had really grasped what was going on.

I grew up in the rural US, and my family was acquainted with a family who lived in a neighboring state and had a summer home nearby.

They were so exotic, yes. Just looking at a car with a plate from a different state was a novelty. I wish I’d been bold enough to talk with them myself, but then again my mother probably would have discouraged it.

When I was first working, my officemate was from that state, and I was kind of impressed that he’d made the globe-trotting jet-setting move of coming to a whole other state. (No, I’d never been to another state myself at the time.)