My brother Joe died. Typing those words does not make this seem any more real or any less impossible, but it’s true. Friday, November 4th, 2022. He was 54 years old. Mom called at 8:00 in the morning. I knew something was wrong as soon as I saw her number on the screen. I knew something was VERY WRONG as soon as I heard her voice. I was not prepared for what she had to…
November. Week 138. Because whatever. Somehow it’s November. Already? or Only? depends on the day. Or hour. Minute to minute really. It’s also 76 degrees. In November. In Minnesota. That’s not normal. … I changed my blog theme. It’s nearly identical to my old theme. (It was designed by the same person.) But there are some subtle formatting bits that I liked better. I’m still tweaking settings and pieces of custom CSS and I had…
Don’t betray them by becoming familiar… Previously on Ye Olde Blog… Joel the Obstinate and Cursed Jetta (TM) was retired and Sara had an emotional breakdown over it. Then wrote a wall of text about it. Here’s another one… We’ve been having serious conversations about replacing my car for a few years. We’ve forked out thousands of dollars in repairs on the damn thing over the years and we figured when it started costing more…
Do you own a car? Did you finance it? Is it paid off? Make sure you have both your title AND your lien release and put them in a safe place that’s easy to find when it comes time to relinquish said car. Anyway. Here’s a disastrous wall of text… I got my driver’s license roughly two months shy of my 23rd birthday. I had my license for a month when I bought my very…
October. Week 133… It’s a never ending contradiction between people “in charge” claiming “IT’S ALL OVER” while others are yelling “NO IT FUCKING ISN’T” so… Whatever. In REAL news… IT IS OFFICIALLY HOODIE WEATHER. For the current forecast at least. I am under zero delusions that we’re not going to get one last sweltering heat spike before the snow falls. But HOODIE WEATHER. I had a whole post of haphazard bullet points written, left it…
A baker’s dozen. I send him Dinosaur and Foxes in Love comics over Discord. He drops inside jokes to his FFXIV raid group that they don’t get to make me laugh. We are bad at adult responsibilities and good at shameless inanity. He is the calm center of my hurricane mind. I still marvel at how it is possible to love one human being SO. FUCKING. MUCH. — Did…did he just…quote song lyrics at me?…
