The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
Out of the 4257 posts across 16 sources in the 25 years since March 2000, these 3 posts were published on blog.slow.dog.
This past Monday, I put Bix Dot Blog on an indefinite and somewhat indeterminate hiatus. That blog is where I’ve not only been posting but also slowly (so very, very slowly) been trying to restore over twenty years of blogging from across more than a dozen different sites and services.
As an actually-autistic Portlander, I hope that no one drops the ball on this proposal, and that city and county officials withstand the pushback against it. I need this noise to stop.
Sometime after midnight on Wednesday morning, I had my first-ever lucid dreaming experience, and then later that morning my second. Each began with a cellphone that had been broken in half at its midpoint. The first dream began in a Disney warehouse. The second I can’t really recall at all.