So how y’all doin’?
/end 2020
At work, having just finished a breakfast burrito from Philz. Their ‘Gratitude’ holiday blend is pretty good, too.
This isn’t the worst year of my life, far from it.
But I think it’s the worst year of our collective lives.
Because we’ve been living with this shit together, but apart.
I hope to see many of you soon(tm), in person, again, soon(tm) being the type reserved for when updates to City of Heroes would come out.
I let out a primal scream for about 1/2 a block as I drove to work today. That actually felt good.
But then I couldn’t find parking near the Chinese bakery to get pork buns, so I had to opt for the Philz breakfast burrito.
Anyways, just rambling this morning, not rumbling like it was around 5:42 am. I sat there thinking that this was it, this is how 2020 was going to finally do us in.
But the rumbling stopped after a couple of seconds, it was more like a boop on da nose.
So cheers to you all, my friends and family and imaginary people on the other end of the internets, here’s to making it to the end of this crappy ass year and to the new beginnings of the upcoming year.
Not that I expect everything to change overnight, y’know.
It’s a symbolic thing. You understand.
2021 = 2020 won? No, fuck that.
It was never a game to begin with.
Welcome to life, mother fuckers.
Let’s ride.
More
53
What now?
52nd
Meh
I’m definitely distracted.
Maybe because today was a ‘second Monday’ due to the holiday. Except I was off on ‘real’ Monday.
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2 days into the new year, and today I misplaced (lost) my parking garage ticket, so I had to pay the 50% additional penalty to get my car.
I think it fell out of my pocket on my way to the office. One block away from the garage.
The rest of the work day seemed to go fine.
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At home I fell into a rabbit hole about bullet journaling on YouTube, and ultimately decided that it wasn’t for me.
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Sharks won.
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.
DST and Stuff
We go through this every GDMF year, yet for some reason, even though we ‘gain’ an hour of sleep, I always struggle for consciousness on the Monday after the end of Daylight Savings Time.
*continue drinking afternoon coffee*
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My co-worker dropped off an NFL Gameday Magazine that another co-worker picked up from the last Broncos-Raiders game, with Case Keenum on the cover.
I may not be able to say it in person, but thank you, Michael Q.
#fuckcancer
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I’m still trying to figure out what to watch during my elliptical sessions in the morning, once I finish off The Expanse Season 3. I’m narrowing it down to the new Jack Ryan series or maybe a rewatch of Babylon 5.
In related news, I’m almost finished with last season’s DC Legends of Tomorrow. It’s the one DC CW show that does not irritate me, which is sad. I may give Black Lightning a shot.
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If you haven’t done so yet, don’t forget to VOTE tomorrow. Please.
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It feels strange that for the first time in 3 years, I didn’t have to buy Star Wars movie tickets for me and my friends and family.
Meanwhile, SW Resistance has yet to really get interesting.
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Going back to The Expanse, I don’t know which faction or side (Earth, Mars, Belters, OPA) I’d want to be on, truth be told. They’re all fucked up in one way or another.