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Monday-Tuesday

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  • “All I want to do is get high by the beach …”
  • That Lana Del Rey song has lived rent-free in my head for weeks.
  • It’s also all I want from life.
  • Not the high part.
  • Maybe six or so Mai Tais.
  • The “by the beach” part.
  • Yes.
  • That.
  • Lists have skirted this topic for the last month, but here’s the thing.
  • I have had a substantial perspective shift about life because of the surgery and situation.
  • She carved out a mass pushing into my brain.
  • All the labs and whatnot call this a brain tumor.
  • (Not cancerous.)
  • We were all scared of the risks of this, the potential of … death.
  • And though it might’ve been a routine surgery for the surgeon, it sure was not routine for us.
  • Here on the other side …
  • Why would I ever buy into the artificial stress and drama and bullshit about work again?
  • Why would I care?
  • I care more about living a fulfilling life, one of meaning.
  • Because honestly, the past seven months of my life have put all that nonsense to pasture.
  • I can work my ass off, doing great creative work that crushes its objectives and still not get ahead.
  • If you’re not rewarded for your hard work, why should you continue to care?
  • Anyway.
  • Hi.
  • Happy Tuesday!
  • Took the weekend off Listing.
  • I can’t post half of what I just wrote because people from my place of work read this.
  • Sigh.
  • The previous bullets were edited of the more severe thoughts and indictments.
  • But truth, I have “High by the Beach” is currently playing on loop in the Pixel Buds.
  • Good bass.
  • Fits the mood.
  • And they say the best way to rid yourself of an earworm is to listen to the whole song.
  • I’m not really trying to rid myself of it.
  • I dunno how many of you out there can play one song on loop over and over.
  • I know people besides me do it, because I’ve seen the social posts about it.
  • Social’s good for something I suppose.
  • You see that movie thing I posted from the New Yorker?
  • Basically, the dumbing down of movies.
  • It was one of those, “Yes, that!” things when I saw it.
  • Like the latest Mission: Impossible.
  • Dug it, by the way, but the last two episodes of that franchise, they have these scenes where groups of people are talking about the Situation, and the dialogue that should be from one person is delivered in sequence by all the people in the room, like they’re mind-linked.
  • Tears me out of the experience every time.
  • And it’s always fucking exposition.
  • We need to explain this so you understand the gravity of what’s happening.
  • I call that lazy writing.
  • Telling, not showing.
  • Drives me insane.
  • And I liked the movie.
  • Not the best in the series, but it didn’t suck.
  • The plane thing is the same as the helicopter bit with Henry Cavill two movies ago.
  • The underwater sequence is super intense.
  • Tom is crazy.
  • But dammit, I hate obvious exposition.
  • Social media’s made everyone so dumb they have to have everything overexplained because they lack any sort of critical thinking?
  • Hey, sure, let’s continue to defund public education.
  • JFC.
  • Mansplaining has become necessary.
  • Just call it ‘Splaining at this point, because anyone can do it.
  • I’m not.
  • I’m staying Gibsonian about this stuff.
  • Hemingwayish.
  • Imply through showing.
  • If they get it, they get it.
  • If not, well, read better.
  • #SuckLess
  • Still gotta make that a t-shirt.
  • I’ll add it to the list.
  • Yes, I’m going to open an online t-shirt shop.
  • I’m inundated with t-shirts in my social feeds, and most of them, even if they’re clever, look like they’re designed by AI or amateurs.
  • I know good designers.
  • There’s a hole to be filled.
  • There’s potential to crush there.
  • One need only take the chance.
  • Part of the plan.
  • And oh yes, the skullduggery (heh) has forced me to create a plan.
  • I have to write it down, but that’s what I’m spending the next couple of weeks of my convalescence doing.
  • Make the change you want to be or some shit.
  • So easy to write in cliché, btw.
  • I had a Pixel Bud scare today.
  • I dropped the case in the Doc’s office, the pods exploding out and skittering across the floor.
  • When I got back to the car, they wouldn’t come on.
  • Still not after sticking it on the charger.
  • Had to troubleshoot on the Google.
  • They’re now functioning properly, but … F.
  • Brain was running finance scenarios, because I do not have $200 to replace these things at the moment.
  • Between the car and the brain …
  • Oof.
  • Most important devices in my life at the moment:
  • 1) Kindle paperwhite
  • 2) pixel bud pros
  • 3) laptop
  • I’m not sure I can ever do without those three things at this point.
  • Sure, I still have my paper journals, but …
  • Honestly, I’m missing the Heavys a lot at the moment.
  • (Headphones for metalheads. 50 hours of battery life. Eight speakers. Sound soooooo good.)
  • But I can’t really squeeze the skull at the moment.
  • 6-12 weeks for the bones to heal.
  • Clicks sometimes still.
  • Yeah, get some of that.
  • Mikey, ran long again
  • Shrug.
  • Deal with it.
  • Heh.
  • Today’s forecast: patio sitting with a side of trip to the hospital to get the PICC serviced.
  • Don’t let that fool you.
  • It’s going to be a great week.
  • Addendum: Add “The Library at Mount Char” to the Urban Fantasy section of the booklist from the weekend.
  • Out.

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