Well its been a minute. High drama at the homestead. Its just tough for anyone to try to do their job with a screaming 5 year old running around. We are monitoring the cases in our area, and I think entropy is going to lead us to sending him back to his pre-school (which has reopened).
And maybe thats why all these fuckin conservatives have gone nuts. I think we might be approaching the maximum will that the American people has for staying at home. Have we gotten softer compared to the centuries of war and disease humanity had to endure? Maybe we were trying to make a better version of ourselves….
That fell down the fuckin toilet hard.
The temporary nature of high drama on the internet amazes me. In the same week, we had Doja Cat pull back on a promise she made to the internet to expose herself, which good for her. My fear is that the internet doesn’t forget easily. We also saw K-Pop fans “out” Joji as Filthy Frank. As if you shouldn’t already know the second you type one or the other into youtube.
And all of this forgotten already.
People need some kind of target to put the anger in their lives at. And these happened to be the targets this week.
It could be you or me next week.
A ton of work gets put into these descriptions. You should read them. They are dope:
I still remember the day he bought me from the store. I was one of the luckiest pieces of apparel around that day. “Why the heck would he choose your ugly grey plaid mug?” one of the Tommy Hilfiger pajama pants complained. I wanted to yell back, “Cause no one sensible wants to pay $50 to see “Tommy Hilfiger” stamped everywhere you look!” But, I took the high road. It would have done no good to remind that snooty set of jammies that he was destined for a Frat House. Some fates are best not known so you can enjoy life in the moment.
My new life was amazing. Late nights lounging around with wine and a book. Weekend mornings listening to a podcast while my owner was drinking coffee. I was used sparingly and with care, and washed almost as frequently as I was worn. I was that more coveted piece of clothing for his happiest moments. Ah, the good times. The best of times.
And then, 2020 happened. I don’t even know if he realizes he has other pants anymore. All day, every day, I am with him. I feel like my very fabric has fused with the leather of his computer desk chair. I’m thrown casually on the bathroom floor now, more times than I can count. He doesn’t even take me off to walk his dog in the rain. I don’t even get the decency to be hung up in the closet before he goes to sleep. Thrown to the floor at night and violently awoken in the mornings over and over and over and over; day in and day out. I get no rest of my own. Life has become a living hell. Oh, Tommy. What a fool I was.
Please, dear Lord. Let me die. And with my dying breath, I curse him to never achieve 1600 rating.
A Once Happy Pair of PJs
Remember when SciFi had good writing? Given the news of yet another Star Trek series that I am sure will vary between boring and outright shitty, I have gone back to watch my personal favorite Star Trek series: Deep Space 9. The creators made alot of parallels to a real frontier town in space and Cheers, and it really feels like coming home again (like everything I have been watching lately). It doesn’t have the kind of masterpiece episodes that TNG has. But what it lacks in that, it completely makes up for in character. Quark, Garak, even Odo. Its just awesome to hang out with them for a bit.
Plus, living in an alternative version of being stuck at the end of the universe inside a space station….feels right.
It’s hard to think forward right now. Ostensibly, my son starts Kindergarten in the fall. Fourth of July is right around the corner. It’s supposed to be the summer time.
Its weird living in the flat circle. Being aware of the flat circle. It makes me wonder when I will experience linear time the same way again.
Is there a way to seperate yourself from the loop? At this point, I am inclined to say no.
Someone once told me that this existence is in fact hell. That we are all being punished for something in our prior lives and that we will continue to be punished in such a way till we reach a higher plane of existence. I used to think that was a load of crap. Now, I am not so sure…..
I also went on a full concert tear this week. I had a few concerts I had tickets for this year that were all cancelled, so I wanted to see what was out there. There is a SHIT PILE of illegally uploaded great concerts out there. I highly recommend just searching your favorite band live. Lots of good stuff out there.
Another week passes us. Hopefully you make it out of the loop in some small way this week. I know I am trying. Stay safe. Don’t get stupid. Don’t go hanging restaurants and bars with randoms. Live. Thats the first and only goal. Just live.