2020.ev

Jan 01 2020

Well, Happy New Year, everyone.  It's now 2020.ev, we're into the third decade of the twenty-first century.

I'm not sure what we're supposed to do now.  Hell, I'm not even sure of what to do with myself this afternoon.  I guess grab whatever downtime we can get before going back to work/school/whatever.

There have been quite a few people joking about bringing back the roaring 20's, with all sorts of memetic payloads (some silly, some not).  Personally, I wouldn't mind seeing the the Invisibles' take on the 1920's make something of a comeback, but what do I know.  Me being me, of course the first thing I thought of was embracing a little more of the cyberpunk in our world because, hey, why not, anything to stay afloat in a world where getting sick for a week can make the difference between having a roof over your head and destitution.

I know, I'm on a bit of a downer right now.  One part being at loose ends, one part feeling age in my hearts, one part... how in the hell did we make it to 2020?

I don't know.  I don't have one of those "best of 2019" or "best of the 201x's" playlists that folks have been passing around.  I don't have any sort of brilliant evocation to give, or inspirational words to say.  No major announcements to make.  I don't even have any public wishes of "please don't let this year suck" because those do about as much good as thoughts and prayers.  I'm just some schmuck trying to figure out what to do with my life, and maybe make the world a little better in the process.

Happy New Year, everyone.  Let's try to do things a bit better.

It's 2018.

Jan 02 2018

It's now 2018.  Don't ask me how we made it, but we did.

Regular readers have probably been wondering what's been going on that I haven't posted much.  The short form, and the honest answer, is that I haven't had it in me to really post, aside from some stuff that I copy-and-pasted out of my notes, polished up a bit, and saved.  The holiday season is always a busy time, and my life is no different from anyone else's in that regard.

Lyssa and I flew back to Pennsylvania at more or less the last minute about halfway through the month to celebrate an early Yule with our respective parents.  Some last minute jiggery-pokery landed us a pair of get-seats-at-the-gate redeye flights to and from the other coast, which resulted in the peculiar combination of jet lag and sleep deprivation.  This resulted in my getting sick again not long after arrival.  I was in a fair amount of pain for several weeks due to this particular illness.  Frequent readers are somewhat aquainted with my dental history, which reads like a classic farce as written by Hunter S. Thompson.  Suffice it to say that I was living in a haze of pain that took most of the wind out of my sails without actually being overtly incapacitating.  At least Lyssa and I spent some quality time with our nieces and nephews, and everyone seemed to enjoy their gifts.

2017.ev

Jan 01 2017

Happy New Year, everybody.