Look. She said YOu gotta accept the fact that there’s never going to be another index cards. But that’s OK because there doesn’t need to be (hate that phrase but you know what i mean) another index cards. Also you gotta stop spending a thousand dollars a year to try and make the index cards git resurrected. It’s grotesque, is what it is–and sad and pathetic, the whole bit. Also kind of sissy. Look. “Him & Me” was started on a LC-475 with a 68LC040 processor and like 25MHz clock speed and a 80MB hard drive. ANd a monitor that looked like a 10-watt light bulb puked on a piece of glass. And yet, Him & Me changed your life more than any iPad or Macbook ever did or ever will. So. Yeah. What’s next? Then she was like Wait. We’re not talking about index cards here, are we? She always is able to remind me in the lovingest way possible that I am not so smart. Ats what I like about her and about coming here. That new Mac is like your version of plastic surgery, isn’t it? You know you’re not going to ever be young and supple again, right? You’re not going to be a fresh piece of meat in the gay bar again, right? You can’t go back to being wide eyed. THings are going to get harder, and softer, and worse, and just more and more inconvenient. Just taking a shit will be a federal project. Depressing, ain’t it? Yeah. But it’s OK. I mean, is it? Well... It kind of has to be, doesn’t it? Unless you want to– NO, I don’t want to do that. Honestly, I just want some tea. That, she said huskily, that I can help you with. #deck47 062417