Daniel Miller @dealingwith


Daniel Miller last shared their writing "I see"
He smiled and lit a cigar.

"We're just here to ask you a few questions.”

"I'll answer anything you want, but can I ask one thing first?"


“Why not?”

“Because we do the question-asking around here.”

"I see."

"Now, can you tell us what you were doing on the night of November 17th?"

"I was at home,...
Daniel's Pantry
🍵 11 Teas
🍫 9 Chocolate Bars
🍍 17 Pineapples
🍓 11 Strawberries
🧇 9 Waffles
🥟 14 Dumplings
🥚 9 Eggs
🍣 11 Sushis
🥓 10 Bacons
🍪 10 Cookies
🥃 9 Whiskeys
🥩 10 Steaks
🍊 11 Tangerines
🍺 7 Beers
☕️ 4 Coffees

Echo and the Bunnymen
Not a killer

"I'm not a fighter. I'm certainly not a killer." Tris was still waiting for his tea to cool off enough to sip and was blurting out his primary anxiety about this new “opportunity”. When he thought about sharing it with anyone, he called it an opportunity and used his fingers...
2021-07-07 15:46:07


Reading seems to be an all-or-nothing affair for me. There are so many books I intend to read. 391, in fact, just in the Notion database I use to track these things.

(I've written about this already and it's really boring.)

I just tore through my friend David Hopkin's "A Hidden...
2021-07-07 04:35:42

Computer Programming Adventures



I am running a proper programming camp for kids in July. I’m squeezing this in among all the other work, so I didn’t expect much time to promote it. This morning over my second cup of coffee, after a nudge from my business partner, I penned this email to our...
2021-07-02 14:58:46

Echo and the Bunnymen
Tea time

Tris sat on the edge of his bed in his cartridge deep in the East District. He hadn’t told Echo no, but he hadn’t said yes, either. Echo seemed ok with that, for now.
Then he heard it, the first voice he’d heard in over a day. Since Hilltop Park....
2021-06-27 04:52:33

Echo and the Bunnymen

The address in question was on one of the last streets before the roads became dirt paths into the jungle. The buildings here were ancient and ramshackle. Bissell led Tris to a nondescript door with an old man sat in front, peeling an orange. As he made to enter, the...
2021-06-20 20:28:17

Echo and the Bunnymen
The Stairs

Tris followed Bissell down a dark hallway and into a cavernous alleyway with a roof of hanging clothes. They spoke no words: Tris was still in shock, his adrenal boosters had maxed out, he could barely think of a sentence yet alone utter one. After what felt like an hour...
2021-06-20 00:31:28

Echo and the Bunnymen
Bissell's Least Favorite Person at the Bar

And then he noticed him. Bissell's Least Favorite Person at the Bar. Laying crotch-down on the bench near the door, up on his elbows, expressionless, lost in the displays projected onto the back of his sunglasses. Wearing that goddamned brimmed hat.

That posture and that hat represented everything Bissell hated in...
2021-06-18 15:28:40

Echo and the Bunnymen

Bissell’s flip-flops stuck to the floor as he walked across the bar. They made a satisfying yet disgusting sound with each step, peeling off the floor over and over. 
His drunk friends sent greetings as he passed.
“Hey, sweetheart.” That one always brought a...
2021-06-17 03:47:37

Echo and the Bunnymen
Back Home

Tris walked briskly past the docks, under the cranes, wondering what it would be like to have a shipping container dropped on his head. Would he feel anything or would it be instadeath?

He could see the East District ahead of him, and when the smell of the food vendors on...
2021-06-13 14:41:33

Echo and the Bunnymen

Tris woke on the mat Zhao had supplied him with no concept of time. The warehouse was still lit in the same dim light. He heard Zhao shuffling about inside the caravan. Suddenly the old man appeared at the door and headed straight for Tris. “Time to go,” he said....
2021-06-09 19:04:24