- Did you introduce Matt and Jim or did they already know each other?
- Conor: I don’t know how that happened.
- Jim James: We met in Conor’s basement. Conor had an S&M rig set up.
- [collective laughter]
- Jim: He had us blindfolded and we just wound up down there. It was just the two of us.
- [ongoing laughter from everyone]
- Jim: It was kind of awkward.
- How come I’ve never been invited, Conor?
- Conor: Open invitation.
- [more group laughter]
holy cats game-changing meds
Tomorrow will mark the one-week mark of me being on abilify, that atypical anti-psychotic that was making me have panic attacks leading up to taking it because of many, many reasons. Let’s go over the things that I’ve done this week.
- Stopped hearing and seeing things
- Started being able to apply myself at work again and kicked the hell out of the “issues” my manager told me about in my review
- Started looking for and applying to jobs back in the town where I really want to live, particularly at my alma mater
- Started up two novels of widely different scopes
- Talked to my therapist about how to best market and present these various novels in the manner in which I am planning
- Realized the inherent problems with the starts of the two novels and figured out how to fix those problems within an hour of thought for each
- Dived right back into the writing without feeling like a dumbass failure
- Figured out designs for the novels, both in terms of covers and characters, which I have never done well before
- Sketched out the designs myself to present to artists I will commission in the future so I can give them a base to work from, which I have never done ever in the scope of my writing career
- Decided to and planned out how to exercise again, shitty funds be damned thanks to the treadmill my dad got for Christmas, because I am really devoted to improving my physical health alongside my mental, emotional, professional, and creative health
I don’t fully understand how a single medication could change so many things so damn fast, but I’m strongly reminded of how awesome it was when I first started on my lamictal, so what even in the hell do I care about that? This is fucking great, it’s not mania at all, I have fantastic doctors and good insurance and for the first time in months I don’t feel like I’m going to unravel. I feel like a sane human being.
This is so great.
And also, you folks who are sticking around and not booting me off your watch-lists, you are all brilliant stars and I am so grateful to have you around. Thank you.
Oh, I know a thing or two about prettying up bad deeds with words. You knew what you did was wrong or you wouldn't have to justify it. I've seen real killers- not fancy tights and spangles guys like you, real down and dirty warlords- they didn't talk much about 'mercy'. Not uncoincidentally, they were also much less boring.
Ah, yes. I read your files. Interesting time you spent in Afghanistan, discovering your moral centre. Realising the devastation you’d wrought in your ignorance.
And you compare me to those hapless mortals… unfavourably? *places his hand over his heart* Tell me. Have they handed over their weapons and submitted to the all glorious rule of the United States of *he accents each syllable with dripping scorn* America? Have they abandoned their faith and their jihad and thrown in their lot with the great nation of freedom and justice? No?
*smiles and leans forward* Under me, they would have.
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