A wise man once said: “Enough is enough. Shit, or get off the pot.” Facebook is the communal toilet of modern society, and I’ve finally decided it’s time for me to park one last brick on it, then say my goodbye. I’m deleting Facebook. Read on if you want to know more, but that’s the meat of the post.
Metalicity
We’re a third of the way into the six month long Distant Worlds 2 expedition. While mucking about far below the galactic plane, I found something unexpected.
Introducing the Sensible Mastodon
Well, it finally happened. On December 3, the scale said 130 and I said, “Yes! New low!” It took me another ten minutes to realize I had actually hit the goal I set seven years prior: losing 100 pounds. Not gonna lie, I got a little teary-eyed because this is a big deal. After years […]
Catching Up
Yeah, I’ve been gone for a while. Work had sucked my will to live and to sit in front of a computer for one second more than necessary, but we’ve addressed that situation. Now I have a new job that allows me to work from the patio while admiring my garden most days, so I’ll probably have more cranial impetus left for updates like this one. More verbings! Yay!
His Majesty, The Tai
Warning:
This is a sad post. It may not affect you as much as me, of course, but nonetheless, be warned, this is not a post with a happy subject or ending.
Just writing the title caused me to break down for a good ten minutes.
Long Ago, and Far Away
In the forested hills of Northern California, there lived a cat who had a litter of kittens. I never knew her. Her kittens, or one of them at least, ended up at the humane society in Humboldt County. A lonely 22 year old student, overworked and struggling, decided he needed a friend and had the funds necessary to adopt a cat.
I’d always had a cat as part of my life since I was born. When I turned 17 and moved off to college, for the first time, there were no pets in my daily routine. The cats my family had when I was home had all died off. It was time to get a cat of my own.
A Month Since Deactivating Facebook
Now that I’ve gone a month since deactivating Facebook or using its services, what’s changed? What hasn’t? Do I like those changes?
A Good Time to Deactivate Facebook – The Night Before Inauguration
The night before Inauguration, I decided it was time to deactivate Facebook. I don’t know if this will be a permanent change or something more fleeting, but if nothing else, it will be an interesting experiment. Why?
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Suck It, Terror: The Saga of Second Place
Remember my last post, when I mentioned new house research was underway? Well, that research went really quickly and we haven’t stopped moving since (literally… we still have four more things to bring to the new house). This April, we became the thrilled owners of a three-bedroom ranch-style house built in the early 70s. Brian named it Second Place, partly because it’s the second place we’ve lived here and partly because of an old inside joke. It’s one of the weirdest houses we’ve ever seen, and we are absolutely in love with it. I had wanted to keep a log of the home-buying experience because this is our first, but that turned out to be unrealistic considering the sheer amount of stuff we had to do. Instead, I’ll channel Inigo Montoya in this post and sum up.
We’re not dead yet!
We feel happy… we feel HAPPY… Seriously, we aren’t dead. The last two months have been insane. There’s a big post coming, but it’s a happy one with lots of pictures and stuff. Hang tight. –B
Terror, the Warmup of Champions
I’ve been dabbling with jogging again as part of the guided workouts on my Microsoft Band, and I’ve been doing so around the house (yes, inside the house) because our neighbors got themselves yet another dog and I have well-documented dog issues. This one isn’t huge, but it’s big enough to cause major damage and is seriously unfriendly. I’d been giving it a wide berth. Until Tuesday.
My Idiot Brain: We have a ten-minute jog today. Let’s go run around the parking lot across the street. The dog won’t see us over there.
Me: Okay!