I kind of knew the numbers were going to be on the lower end this year, but I didn’t realize how much lower they were going to be. I spent a lot of time sitting in my video game house (FFXIV) listening to in-game music while staring blankly at the internet (or just the wall). I also spent a lot of time falling down Youtube rabbit holes. And Jinx* has been watching more music videos…
I first started this draft on December 2nd. It has been a slog to fill this thing out. Why do it if it feels like such a chore? Tradition. Normalcy. Because at least it’s writing something. 2026 is the Year of the Horse. Guess who’s excited? Jinx and her buddies are ready to party. 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 2021 |…
December. On one hand…HOW. On the other…it feels like it has been thirty years since January and we’re only in the first year of this fucking administration for the love of fucking Christ. It might not be the last day of the month, but it is the last half-baked lead-in to the monthly Last.fm stats of the year. I have struggled so hard with writing anything in any form the last…who the fuck knows how…
November. It snowed. Twice. It’s also sub-freezing and it’s supposed to stay that way for the foreseeable forecast. Things will not be melting anytime soon. Winter did not waste any time getting here. We went to see Distant Worlds: music from FINAL FANTASY. Orchestra plays video game music. This kind of thing rarely seems to come to Minnesota (or we just don’t hear about it), so when we saw they were coming to the Orpheum,…
Three. Years. Three years since a phone call at 8:02 in the morning shattered life as I knew it. Three years since Joe died. In some ways it feels like it was just a couple of months ago. In other ways it feels like a lifetime. Society at large likes to try to dictate how you’re supposed to grieve. How you behave, when you make a public display, and when you should stop because you’re…
I’ll continue to be my worst enemy… October. Something, something, the end of the month. One day recently we were in the car, and I was singing along to Fall Out Boy, like I do, and in the middle of Hold Me Like a Grudge, Bob asked, “How long did it take you to learn this song*?” Because, in true Patrick Stump fashion, it is a mouthful. That man is incredibly difficult to keep up…
