birthday – skepticlysm

First things first.
Happy birthday, Steph!
Here’s to many more!
(You say that for birthdays, right?)
We went out for sushi on Saturday because 1) we figured the place would be ridiculously busy on Sunday because obvious reasons, and 2) “No one celebrates their birthday on a Monday.”
She said it, not me.
So here we are.
I have a dinner plan for tonight.
Does not involve leaving the house.
But there’s a plan.
Anyway.
Tell her happy birthday if you haven’t.
Hell, most of you are on her friends list anyway.
Social how it was meant to be.
Not this algorithmic bullshit.
That’s why we’re here, remember?
The List exists to harken back to those early internet days, when we all had blogs.
There were a bunch of us in my friend group who had blogs.
We called it The Bloop.
Miss those days, really.
Though honestly, I think the Internet has (combined with my own internal issues) has held me back.
Digital time theft.
Which pairs with my constant pondering of time.
I feel, in every moment, I’m running out.
That it is too late to accomplish a bunch of the things I wanted to accomplish.
It isn’t.
Well, some.
But that’s another internal war I fight.
I get, btw, you’re not supposed to start all these sentences with conjunctions.
But, and, etc.
I don’t care, really.
That’s how we talk.
That’s how the words flow.
Flow’s part of the way you get better at writing.
Do it enough, you can feel what should come next.
And you know when it doesn’t work.
I could’ve written that without the and.
The exclusion of the word would make the sentence hit differently.
…
Was the first weekend I didn’t write a list since the surgery.
Sleep impacted that.
All these medicines are wrecking me.
Small price, but still.
Itching.
Sleep.
Destroyed internals.
Why haven’t I gone back to work?
My skull isn’t done.
I still can’t really get away from the bathroom in the mornings.
Sleep sucks.
And then there’s that gd IV in my arm.
And another couple of upcoming MRIs.
(One here, one in Minnesota.)
(You didn’t think we were finished with that sojourn, did you?)
That’s all the update you’re getting.
I’m over it.
Anyway, Father’s Day was great.
You saw the card.
We had a great dinner.
Went to see “The Life of Chuck,” which is spectacular.
There’s so much good in it, I don’t have enough bullets to do it justice.
It’s asking for a proper film review, and I don’t do that anymore.
Like Steph said elsewhere on the Internet, she’d go see it again, and she doesn’t do that.
We need more films like it.
Also watched “Cleaner” over the weekend.
Wasn’t bad.
Daisy Ridley in a remake of “Die Hard,” really.
Was not badly done.
Had some great lines.
The whole cast was uneven, but she’s great.
Was not bad to watch from the couch on a Saturday night.
Would’ve made some money if they’d, you know, marketed it.
Hollywood is biting its nose to spite its face these days.
And here we go …
Hollywood needs to stop being chickenshit if it wants movies to survive.
You have all these worthless voices on the internet trashing Marvel films, but Marvel’s one of the few outfits putting in the money and effort to keep making spectacles.
Them and Tom Cruise.
Everything else is a remake.
Or some low-budget crap.
And I’m sorry, but all these horror films getting lauded … yeah, when I bother to watch, I’m rarely impressed.
It’s like there’s been so much crap for so long, standards dropped.
The Frame of Reference got smashed.
Tornado of Unfortunate Coincidences destroyed a historically great medium.
Don’t get me wrong.
I love all these fantastic series made for streaming.
There have been a ton of them.
Lot of crap there, too.
But again, there are thousands of books in all genres that would make great films.
You know, provided you can get the filmmakers to stick to the soul of the source material.
If you want to create your own story, then do that, but don’t do it to an IP someone else thought up.
Monday Madness!!
I surf Reddit more than any other “social” media, because it’s the closest thing we have left to forums from the old days.
There’s a ton of crap on there, however, and plenty of it meant to stoke political fires.
Make everyone reactionary.
Most the time, I read a title, think “Huh,” and move on.
I don’t give it real inflammatory space because I don’t want to go research it most the time.
If I know a thing might not be true, or might not be true in the way it’s presented, then I don’t give it weight.
But today, I saw Trump’s post on Truth Social about targeting major cities because they’re seats of Democrat power …
I tossed out almost 300 words of political rant.
Aaaannnd another 200.
Then deleted more.
(Took a breath.)
You’re going to have to show me this “radical Left.”
With sources.
Pretty sure millions of people across the country rolled out in protest of this orange goon, and nothing got burnt down or destroyed.
Radical.
Smfh
Yeah, 700 words tossed in the trash doc because … it’s exhausting.
Which, you know, is what they want.
I’m taking the off ramp.
Sitting here listening to the “Moody Mix” Spotify made for me.
Lots of good stuff.
Weird though.
Billie Eilish, Lana Del Ray, Slipknot, gd Limp Bizkit, Paris Paloma, Phantogram, Nine Inch Nails, Megadeth, Alice in Chains …
I would not have made this on my own, is what I’m saying, but I’m digging it.
I’ll throw the link in the comments for you Spotifiers.
While the Kiddo and I ran some errands, I told her I’ve had that Royal and the Serpent song (“Carry Me Home”) stuck in my head for … weeks.
I don’t mind. It’s a good song.
She said, “I think I’ve only listened to it three times.”
“You sent me a song you only listened to once?”
“Yes. I knew you’d like it.”
Happy father’s day.
Happy birthday.
Happy Monday.

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