Looks like Trump is “tweeting” again, except this time sending short bursts of messages to his shitty personal blog. It’s funny to see a former president be reduced to the level of your average joe blogger. I guess that’s really the privilege we’re looking for. Everyone wants to be able to host their own soap box, and everyone should have that right. Including Facebook, Twitter, etc. They should be able to moderate the content on their platform, just as Donnie can moderate his shitty personal blog.
I am your “ride or die”. I don’t write that in any light-hearted way. It’s a sentiment I intend to express in the most declamatory way possible. It isn’t something to whisper, it’s something to shout from the tallest building or emblazon a blimp with. I’ve always used words to cope with difficult situations in life. I can elaborate every detail of hardships and sadness and the words roll off my tongue effortlessly, as it’s something I’ve done for a very long time.
As long as I’ve been alive, the pronounds “They/Them” have been reserved for unique instances. It’s been used as a plural, a general non-specific pronoun, singular indefinite antecedent, and to protect an individual’s identity. These instances have been pretty codified in our minds from school. It was always incorrect to use “They” to refer to an individual that can be addressed with “He/She”. Historically, the structures that we establish to define our world have taken a lot of time and consideration before catching up to what’s been accepted as the norm.
We have a house picked out and it’s now “pending”. Once it’s finished and has certificate of occupancy, we’re moving in. It’s going to be a beautiful, huge, awesome house. Four bedrooms, two and a half bath, all your regular rooms plus an extra “flex” room. It’s perfect. The person I’m establishing my life with couldn’t be more perfect for me. The deadline of moving out of my soggy apartment draws nigh.
Glad I got the last post off my chest. Now it’s nothing but looking onward and upward, and I get to do it with my best friend and the best partner ever. I think 2020 and most of 2021 has proven fairly awful for a lot of people, but I can honestly say that 2020 and on has been some of the best times in my life, even the difficult parts.
Holy balls, what a bunch of weeks. Time just slips by and I just about can’t account for where it went. My shitty landlord did me a favor, though. The morons who live above me yet again had an “issue” which caused torrential flooding of my unit. Subsequently, the morons at Hartman-Tyner Village Squire maintenance neglected to check my unit or notify me in any way that the unit above mine had a serious flooding incident.
It feels like 80% of my existence revolves around my job. I realize that’s not true. I understand that a lot of my simple day-to-day activities are basically just self-care and necessary duties for myself and my offspring. I dunno. Things just feel very “pinned down”. I haven’t worked remotely much. I haven’t been furloughed. I haven’t skipped a beat. Yet all this forward career momentum is incredibly abrasive without all the niceties I enjoyed pre-COVID.
Finally posting photos of the trip to Cancun. Without further ado, or much fuss at all, here we go: Yeah, I have more pictures. No, you’re not going to see all of them. This is a small sampling of all the fun I had, but it’s still nice to share. It was a fucking amazing time, though. That’s for sure.
Man, I have to say that Cancun is easily one of the coolest places to visit on the planet. The moment you land in the airport you smell floral green-ness everywhere. You’re literally landing in the jungle. I need to post some pictures from the trip soon. I guess this is just a ping to make sure people know my plane didn’t go down in the Yucatan jungle or anything like that.
The next two days are going to drag by so slowly. I can feel it already. Time is slipping by at a snail’s pace, almost maliciously, seemingly with the intention of driving me insane. Dammit. I’m hoping that a week of digital detox will allow me more tolerance for my hobbies as well as my career. Staring at a screen all day is starting to make it difficult for me to engage in the type of learning I enjoy outside of work.
Two more days. Just two more days and I’ll be with my favorite person sipping weird fruity drinks ocean-side in a beautiful resort. Holy freaking crap. I need this week so badly to blow off steam and just regain some of that sanity I’ve lost over the last five years of doing this crazy job. I literally cannot wait. Also, I’m thinking that I might, at some point, invest in getting myself a macbook pro.
Holy shit. I literally cannot wait. In four days I’ll be heading to Cancun with my woman, and we’re going to have an amazing time. I’m so damned excited and I can’t freaking wait. Holy goddamn. Also, I’m exhausted. Between work, co-parenting, and just living in general, I’m having a hard time keeping up appearances. I’m not superman. I don’t have invulnerability or even infinite patience. I’m an average person with limitations like every other person.
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die. Man, I really need to re-watch Blade Runner. What an awesome movie. I get that goddamn quote stuck in my head pretty frequently. It’s a reminder that the time we’re alotted is relatively short compared to the duration of existence of reality.
I’ve been working through creating my own installation of NextCloud to synchronize my data across a number of devices, and so far I think the installation has been a resounding success. It’s currently running, believe it or not, on a Raspberry Pi 4 with 4GB of RAM. I would love to detail out how me, a rube, got this crap working. I’m not sure how much of an opportunity I’ll get to do that, though.
I never thought I would be saying this, but it turns out that 2021 is already becoming a bigger beast than 2020 already was. We kicked the new year off with the President of the United States encouraging a seditious attempt to prevent a fair election from being counted. It involved a few right wing talking heads as well, with Charlie Kirk organizing transport for as many as 80 buses full of QAnon-obsessed lunatics.
Alright, of all the people to take the lemons of COVID-19 quarantine and make lemonade, this unemployed wine sommelier absolutely wins the internet. His sophisticated palate interpreting utter gutter booze makes for some of the best comedy you can get for free. Watch those and tell me this isn’t goddamned hilarious. 😂
Well, shit. Christmas was simultaneously fun and horrifying. I love giving gifts. I love making people feel good. I just always feel incredibly awkward accepting gifts. Not sure why. Not to mention the fact that Christmas is a goddamn drama machine. Everyone and their mother feels as though the world is immediately collapsing upon having to see “Uncle Joe” one more goddamn time and “put up with his bullshit”. It is what it is.