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Independent Copywriter + Creative Director. From St. Louis, now in Minneapolis. Domestically supplied infant. Deeply flawed biped. Aspiring human. Probably doing a bit. he/him/his Portfolio: charleskyouel.com
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I have to say, by the standards of previous years (an increasingly statistically significant number), I am handling a time period that includes the NHL playoffs and literally any other thing with a noteworthy level of emotional stability. I learn slowly, but I learn.

This is a day of feeling crowded by unnecessary objects, an excess of stuff without adequate purpose. I would like to have the power to make things disappear or be moved someplace else without having to interact with them or even think about them.

I am having a very restless and unsettled mental and sensory day. Just throwing that out there because apparently I’m also providing color commentary on what’s happening in my head. Anyway, happy Sunday!

Maybe it’s a lingering side-effect of being raised by people for whom practicality was more or less a spiritual practice, but I have always felt a need, almost an obligation to be useful. Not via a specific skill or talent, but just to be able to do…something that helps somehow.

Me: I just need to stay focused on finishing this project so that I can get on with enjoying the weekend. My brain: I wonder if the band Eleventh Dream Day ever covered the song 19th Nervous Breakdown.

I feel as if I grew up believing that at some point in life, I would just *become* an adult, and that would be it. I’d reach that point and just continue to be that person for the rest of my life. My identity was a jar that was slowly filling up, one day it would be full, and that would be that.

I’d like to think that some point, there will come a day when my brain doesn’t feel as if it’s getting worked like a speed bag the second I engage with reality. This does not seem sustainable in any way, shape or form.

I know that history won’t be kind to these soulless, power-crazed dipshit vampires. But present-day reality could stand to be a whole lot less f’ing accommodating to them as well.

The people who most fervently believe that they are the exceptions to the rule are the reason that the rule is there in the first place.

When I feel good, I listen to music. When I feel bad, I listen to music. When I want to feel good about the fact that I feel bad, I listen to music. It’s remarkably versatile, really.

It’s good to see Facebook returning to its original purpose: Making it possible for people to wish “Happy Birthday!” to every single person they’re connected to and then go back to never communicating with them at all about anything else.

I’m so glad we’ve restored affirmative action for ignorance, incompetence and nepotism to the civil service. All of that actual know-how, expertise and skill has been holding us back as a nation for far too long.

Sometimes, you make a fairly big decision, immediately wonder whether you’ve made the right choice, and then life proceeds to illustrate in what can best be described as graphic detail that you have, in fact, chosen wisely.

I know I’m old as the hills, but this band’s music always sounds to me like it could have been made last week. Or like it should be made this week. youtu.be/gzC0RNkBXM0?...

Good citizens, I’m afraid that our best hope is that this administration reaches a concentration of brazen incompetence, pernicious cruelty and shameless greed so dense that it collapses upon itself like a dying star. Unfortunately, I think we’re in range.

I think maybe the most important thing I ever learned how to do in the life department is cook. Not because I’m a foodie or an amazing chef — I know the narrowness of my lane, and I stay in it. But because it taught me not to fear being curious and improvising in the kitchen.

Just once, I’d like to hear a singer/songwriter start a song by saying “This one goes out to my uncomplicated ex!”

This article by @blindeke.bsky.social on the Minneapolis Park Board is a real eye-opener. Important context around the car-obsessed lack of progressive action and meaningful change in a city that makes a point of patting itself on the back for its parks. www.minnpost.com/cityscape/20...

I’m already looking forward to the inevitable “What the Papal Conclave can teach us about experiential marketing” posts on LinkedIn.

There aren’t too many personality types that I struggle to connect and communicate with, but “I just explained the problem to you, why haven’t you solved it yet?” easily tops the list.

I know it’s rash to jump to conclusions, but I feel fairly confident that the $3,000 in cash wasn’t going to be for the tip.

I don’t think it’s possible to hate your way happy. And it seems like you’d just get tired of trying keep it up after awhile. Maybe I just don’t know how to do it right.