Apparently it’s May. The 12th according to my computer as I type this. Alright then. I’ll take your word for it. Hell if I know. Every day just smears into the next and the only real distinction between weekdays and weekends is whether or not Bob is working in the living room or playing a game at his desk…or in the living room. Is this really that much different from “normal” times? Not really. But…
F-BOMBS AHOY!!! So…business as usual. The last thing I ever want to do anymore is write about current events and the horrifying state of the world, but we’re in the middle of an actual fucking GLOBAL PANDEMIC and Minnesota is under a Shelter-In-Place order and you know what? Just fuck everything forever. … Here’s the thing…being relegated to the house 24/7 really hasn’t changed much for me. I don’t leave the house if I don’t…
Heeey. We’re halfway into March. I’m so fucking tired. We’re hurtling headfirst into a global pandemic, it’s an election year. I won’t even bother asking what else could make shit terrible, because the world will let me know in the next five minutes anyway. Ech. In other news… I was reading something that referenced a song by The Killers and it got me thinking about the handful of songs they have on the Drive List…
I have no idea what the hell day it is. According to my computer it is 8AM on Saturday, February 1st. Alright then. Last year was absolute shit for writing. Then something happened in December and I started dumping out words on a story at a rate I haven’t experienced in a VERY long time. I couldn’t tell you the last story that saw that much progress in that short of a time period. Thirty-thousand-some-odd…
January. I really love our Christmas vacation every year. Once we get through the obligations of social gatherings, we hole-up at home and avoid people and enjoy our time together just the two of us, doing whatever the hell we want. Usually playing video games, watching things on the internet, staying up too late, sleeping in, de-stressing, and being US. And then vacation ends and it is a rough reentry into reality and routine. But…
It has been A YEAR, Kids. I’m not entirely sure how to adequately describe it. But 2020 is the year of the rat. And with Emerson in the house, we’re all in trouble. 2011… The House… 2012… Denver and Andy Grammer… 2013… If it Ain’t One Thing… 2014… The Phantom Smoke Stench… 2015… WTF Day Is It… 2016… The Whole Gaddam World is on Fire… 2017… The Nose and OMFG WHAT NOW??? 2018… …I…Got…
