A skeptical dive into the weird, sketchy, occasionally life-changing world
of self-improvement.
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Most people are good sorts
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A lot of folks with ADHD have a thing they call “rejection-sensitive dysphoria.” In the olden days we would have called this being a sensitive wee sausage. RSD is a bit of a meme in the extremely memetic world of ADHD-posting, and it tends to activate my annoyance with overly-medicalised terms and engagement-driven relatability that
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Yet, after all, why not?
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“Oh man, fuck this.” We were playing Halo on the big screen and I was compulsively checking the small screen in between games when I was all of a sudden fed up, fed up to the point…
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Day 30: The Cynic’s Guide 30 Day Challenge Concludes
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I challenged myself to make up for lost time by sending an email every day for 30 days whilst simultaneously spooling up a hybrid art/marketing consulting business with a goal of getting $10k revenue booked in one…
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Day 28: I am getting an early night and you should too
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Something I saw some time ago: “Depleted brains seek distraction.” I wish I could attribute it, but I was tired, and scrolling, and now I’ve forgotten without any possibility of recall who said it. But it certainly…
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Day 27: a quick one, while he’s away
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The AI article is out. https://www.webworm.co/newgods It’s horrible, but I’d appreciate you reading it anyway. Today’s chief achievement was making some little blocks to boost the lounge suite’s height by about a centimetre so the robot vacuum…
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Day 26: All we can do is do all we can.
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This evening I baked a cake for my son’s birthday celebration at his preschool tomorrow. In an attempt to be inclusive, I made it gluten, dairy, and egg-free. From the taste, this will work perfectly, because no-one…
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Day 25: boats against the current
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In last night’s D&D game there was a discussion about the things that live rent-free in your head: mainly advertising jingles. I recently bought a packet of the Warehouse’s Market Kitchen brand of puffed wheat cereal coated…
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Day 24: oops
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It was around 9 AM this morning when I realised I hadn’t sent out an email yesterday. It wasn’t laziness or tiredness or illness; I just forgot. Straight forgot. Which is odd; getting this email out is…
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Day 22: you may live in interesting times
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My nights have started getting late again. In my defence, the daughter wakes up at 11 pm sharp every night; her body clock seems infallible. (It used to be 10, but then we were hit by the…
