Assuming Non-Malice And Deciphering Intent

Assuming Non-Malice and Deciphering Intent

A real quick sprint of a mini-rant before I shuttle myself off for social activities.

As an edgy little rat human, a creature who's diet is ironically inclined, a thing who revels in a joke never making sense and laughing at that [because so much of life and science is not making sense]: I care a lot about intent.

When many of the jokes you say are as a character, said flatly in your voice. Making a statement no sane or well adjusted human should ever say, the people who have context for me know to recognize it as a bit. The joke doesn't need to be funny, many jokes are not. But at worst it's recognized as an earnest flub.

On occasion the place my joke is coming from isn't as shored up as I thought it is. Often this happens around someone I can let those out around. The drafts often need editing. Those people I hold very dear. They assume I hold no real malice, or that I might be horrified at what my words may have implied. It's a balancing act.

On the other side of things, assuming non-malice does wonders for me. I get to give people loads of rope with which to hang themselves if they are wrong ("I'm not quite sure I see the humor in the joke. Would you care to explain it to me?" is often enough to decipher between someone who made a blunder and someone trying to disguise their bile as humor.)

Malice exists. But to better combat it I think it valuable to properly weed out the actually non-malicious. And as a bonus I find assuming non-malice and seeking clarity often gives the real freaks the chance to out themselves, while allowing most others a chance at redemption.

You can assume malice. It makes sense with enemies, but it does put strains on people who you would otherwise like.

Shit is complicated. Clarifying questions are in short supply these days.

Stay safe. Stay lovely.

Ben

That's not quite what it means...

It's more "Joyful on the surface even if you're rotting deep inside".

Or possibly "Keep having a good time even though you're rotting inside."

A song from my childhood.

Brave Combo - In Heaven, There Is No Beer

My father loved accordions. He loved edgy drinking music, and nerd stuff. My dad didn't really do drugs, he mainly read webcomics LONG BEFORE IT WAS MORE NORMAL, niche scifi, listened to bold beautiful women have good opinions via song, and perused science literature. This song evokes some of my dad related childhood.

The band also has some off-meta Christmas Music if you are interested in that sort of thing (Coal and Switches by Brave Combo - warning this song has some lines... "You blew up a toilet with an m80" - "You better watch out I'm telling you why" "What are you getting? You should ask your dad!" "kid says owwww." - there is some familial violence in this song, I grew up with the song and w/out beatings so. uh. I might have some blindspots.)

Uhh.

Music?

Another Poor Financial Decision

I've made another purchase.

It'll solve many problems.

Not the ones that most would call problems.

And thus it is an unwise choice.

But the problems it solves

are problems I want solved.

So I bought a portable 32bit float recorder with 4 inputs and a condenser mic setup.

To record little instruments while in the park.

To capture the noises of the world in more beautiful wretched detail than what my phone can provide.

To have the sound of my voice be crisp in the worrying footage I shoot.

And it was on sale.

So I bought it.

Hum de dum. Don't really know what to call this.

Good luck!

Ben :)

I'm printing this out and putting it next to Who Goes Nazi in my bag. My friends are going to get a new print out. Thanks.

Watching the “you will excel at what you measure” trap devour basic moral practice in real time is fascinating in a terrible kind of way