I came across this stuff completely by accident doing a search for “Jazz dominant chord guitar charts” and I am absolutely not kidding. Internet is fucking weird.

Ice cream cake

I can still hear that asshole instructor taunting me.

I try to be as patient as I can with her because I still care about her. She’s got a lot of mental health struggles and she’s been through hell. Sometimes she takes it out on me in ways she doesn’t intend, and 99% of the time I can just confront her directly and that solves the problem. I already confronted her about this, and I haven’t decided if I believe her story yet but at least she knows where I stand. Legal action is the nuclear option but I’m hoping that this gets resolved well before that.

Need to give a little backstory here…

My ex and I have a kid together. He was born during Covid and I was away at the time, and it ended up that my name never got on his birth certificate. When we split up we never went to court over custody or child support or any of that stuff, we just made a civil agreement between the two of us how we’d co-parent. And it’s been working well so far.

Well not too long ago I decided that I needed to legally codify my status as his biological father so I had the two of us fill out what’s called an Acknowledgement of Paternity, which gets my name on the birth certificate. There were no selfish motives at the time, it was just the right thing to do.

Fast forward to today. My ex has a new gf and they’re getting very close and she’s been engaging in some fuckery where she’s telling my son that he can’t talk about dad (me) in front of his new “mama.” Never mind that fact that I provide the both of them with an insane amount of material support and that he’s with me every weekend. I don’t know what’s going on, but the situation smells to me like she wants to try and push me out of the picture. Well, guess what? I am legally the boy’s biological father, with all the rights and privileges pertaining thereto now. So if push comes to shove I am fully prepared to invoke those rights, drag her ass to court, and we can do all that custody stuff she never wanted to do.

I’m hoping it doesn’t come to that, but I’m glad I secured my legal rights when I did or that would be a lot tougher.

(Also to add I’m not posting this as ragebait nor am I soliciting advice. I know exactly how I’m going to handle this if I need to.)

I just opened the damn app.

Nobody sings a Bob Dylan song worse than Bob Dylan.

Honestly, if someone gets butthurt if I say I don’t like certain music, that’s a them problem. People tie their identities very strongly to their music preferences and they sometimes take it as an assault on their character. What you said in this case was a valid observation and I don’t think you should assume any responsibility for their reaction.

But if you’re trying to learn to be more diplomatic, something like a simple, “eh, that’s not really my thing,” gets the point across just fine. It’s an “I” statement which avoids putting people on the defensive. Works for just about anything.

Are we still talking about about peanut butter?

Mmmmmm…lab grown trauma!

How do you handle that?

Very poorly. Nothing prepared me for the sequence of events that led to this. Like you though, I hope it’s not forever.

I follow their social media. I don’t bother them, I just like to know they’re okay. Maybe when I feel the time is right I’ll reach out.

Several years ago two of my kids went no contact with me. The circumstances are complex but I can understand their perspective and I respect their decision. It wasn’t entirely undeserved.

About a year after that I had a dream where the three of us hashed out our differences and reconciled. And what makes this dream stand out among all my other dreams is that was the first and only lucid dream I’ve ever had. I remember every detail vividly and I remember having complete agency and full control over everything I said and did. I haven’t been able to recreate that experience since.

Baby: “So over this shit…”

I’m just here to keep the pretzel population in check.

No that was Clarissa. Clitoris was the leader of Parliament-Funkadelic.

Girl at the top right is clearly French.

Is this fucking moth?

Reminds me of this one time at Olive Garden, when I was asked what I wanted to drink, I said, with all sincerity, surprise me.

They brought me this layered drink with cream and orange soda and it was fucking magnificent. I was, indeed, surprised, and very pleasantly so.