the TABnet blog.

I used to be a blogger.

Then my brain broke.

I started blogging in 2003, during the Dean for America campaign. I blogged at for a long time, and then tried my hand at video and other endeavors.

Then mental health issues took me down, hard. I’m finally on the other side of that, still with a lot of healing to do but, unlike before, I understand why I had so many problems with doing the things I wanted to do.

So: back to blogging. It’ll be a mixed bag of politics and whatever grabs my attention long enough for me to type 500 –1000 words. Feedback is welcome.

Oregon GOP, waa waa waa
February 1, 2024
The Oregon Supreme Court said that what the voters demanded will be the law of this land. Oregon Republicans don’t like that because it’s not what they want. So they will continue to oppose the voters and democracy.

They are that childish.
ok, that’s out of the way
January 19, 2024
I used to do stuff, and then I used to fail at doing stuff. Then I did nothing. That sums up the past 20 years or so. But that was then; this is now.
July 24, 2023
“Cheaters never prosper.” We know that’s not true, but two of the most infamous sports cheaters, who were also the best in their sports, have not-prospered in different ways. Why Lance isn’t Barry.

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on a scratch
in the glass top
of my (relatively)
new table
functional hysteria
is not really a thing.
a useless combination of words
if i tried. . . .
it’s a goddamn pain
when wishes come true.
years of longing
desire. . . .
it is what it is
said the sage
(no doubt a Swiftie
or perhaps a Parrotthead)
and i rolled my eyes. . . .
fuck death!
is my rallying cry
but i hardly know
how to live.
empty words. . . .
screaming at myself
after the fact
is a pointless exercise,
but it is a good way
to make a bad situation . . . .
i find many reasons
to beat the hell
out of myself.
i deserve them all,
every beating for. . . .
it’s noisy as hell
here in my head
and the endless drone
of endless traffic
and the fan in the window. . . .
kindness and
compassion and
all things
good and
worthy of. . . .