As I’ve gotten older, I’ve found that using an electric razor is no faster than using a non-electric razor.
That said, the only thing I bought on Black Friday was a new electric razor to replace the one that appears to have died last week.
Ralph Breaks the Internet
I liked it a lot.
Admittedly I felt too tired to go see a movie this morning, and by the time I finally got myself out of the house and to the theatre, it was only 5 minutes until showtime.
I never get to the movies that late.
Anyways, I skipped the concessions because the line was long and I was already late, though there was the traditional 15 or so minutes of trailers.
I gotta say my favorite part involved the Disney Princesses, oddly enough.
And the credits scenes, mid and post. Stick around for both.
A few of the voices surprised me, and one cameo… you’ll just have to see it.
Recommended. Go see it!
Titles
I was looking at a job opening that has a title that I held maybe 5 years ago: Windows Systems Administrator II.
I barely have one fifth of the skills listed for that position.
Part of it is my own fault for not ‘keeping current’, but that’s hard to do when your current job requires less than what you are (or were) capable of doing.
I don’t think it’s time for any drastic action on my part regarding my job.
Mainly because I think I missed the boat on that.
Or the brass ring was never offered.
Ah well.
Thankful that I have a job. I guess.
/rant
Update!
Mood
Absent Friends
This morning I learned that an ex-coworker, Eileen P., had passed away.
She was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer last year, and after a lengthy battle she succumbed this morning.
Eileen worked as an admin assistant in our group (information Technology) at the Judicial Council. She always had a smile on her face. Once she volunteered to cut some cards that I had printed out for one of my desktop hockey games, even though it wasn’t work related. She simply had a desire to be helpful.
She had left our office some years ago, but she had visited once, the last time I had seen her, before her diagnosis, and she was as sweet and happy as she was when she worked with us in IT.
Eileen, I know you’re at peace now, which gives me and your many friends and family some comfort.
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Moments after I found out about Eileen, another co-worker came to my cube to tell me that Michael Q. had passed away this morning as well.
He was also diagnosed with cancer, and while he fought hard and even came back to work, he also lost his battle.
Michael had a gruff exterior, but once you got to know him, you could see his heart of gold. After Mom passed away, he’d always ask me if I was okay. When the first Mother’s Day since Mom passed came around, on that Friday before, I bumped into Michael in the elevator.
My mind was heavy with thought about Mom, and out of the blue, Michael said, “This first one’s going to be tough.”
“What?” I asked.
“Mother’s Day. It’ll be tough.”
I felt some sense of relief in his words.
“Thank you,” I said. He gave me a nod.
Michael, I’ll miss lamenting about our Mets and talking shop with you.
Excelsior
News came out today of the passing of Marvel’s Stan Lee, at the age of 95.
You knew it was coming, but it still hurt like hell when I found out.
As the day went on (holiday for us gubment workers) I decided to watch a Marvel movie, but I couldn’t decide which one, at first. But then I remembered that we had also lost Steve Ditko, Spider-Man’s co-creator.
I ended up watching Spider-Man: Homecoming.
When Giacchino’s cover of the 1967 Spider-Man theme started, I started to cry.
Because after Superman, Spider-Man is my favorite superhero. And I never missed that cartoon when they started showing in on weekday afternoons.
Earlier this week on Facebook I referred to artist John Byrne as a God.
Stan Lee is a Titan.
“In Greek mythology, the Titans were greater even than the gods.” -Coach Boone, Remember the Titans
Sounds about right.
‘Nuff said.
Thank you for your service
Thoughts
Just when I thought that the optimism that I felt get crushed two years ago was going to get another beating, the country goes and does what I call ‘the beginning’.
We still have a long way to go, but it doesn’t feel as desperate as it did before yesterday.
We’re getting through this, together. Just like I thought we would.
To the rest of you, fuck off.