I dropped my full sized keychron a while back and the pcb got screwed up at the usb c port, so I’m stuck on a 60%. It’s nice to have the extra desk space, but I’d be completely lost if I didn’t have a macropad. Even still, it’s kind of a pain in the ass sometimes. Eventually I’ll be not-broke enough to justify getting a new pcb, hopefully, but I’m not even sure how to order just a pcb from them. Giant pain in the ass.

I do like my little Newman board, though. It has some nice linears that I lubed up and I’ve got a tape mod on it. I miss qmk but it’s better than a membrane at least.

Originally I picked it up to use with my phone so I could get work done on the road without slowing my typing speed to a crawl and grappling with autocorrect. Made a decent backup!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QW7CkbQ_3vQ

Somebody forgot to center their edgy graphic.

This is real. I’ve had folks in my cab that clearly were trying to probe my boundaries to see if I’m an easy target who immediately switched gears the moment I showed my personality. Just because someone is desperate doesn’t mean they want to fuck over someone who’s cool with them and is real. The way you carry yourself makes a difference.

It’s pretty obvious if you meet me in person that I’m a broke artist who cares about real people and detests fake corporate bullshit. That’s not really an appealing target and I have fuck all to give them anyway.

But if some fuck shoots me for being on their street while being trans, or literally just someone they don’t recognize, I don’t get the chance to show how I carry myself.

As a late night cab driver, if you’re ever wondering why I’m on the street rather than the driveway in your sketchy, pickup truck filled suburban neighborhood, this is why.

Give me a shady looking industrial district or run down residential neighborhood over semi-rural suburbia any day of the week. I feel much safer.

Does this still happen? The last time this happened to me I think I was about 9 and they couldn’t have been much older. I think I was wearing a 311 shirt. And that was in like 1993 when ‘poser’ was just about the meanest thing you could call someone.