The Universe Wants to Kill Me

I’m starting this thing up again. Restarting? Who fucking cares…maybe I should a little. I can finally see again. That one wasn’t a joke. I ended up with a nasty sinus infection last week and then it jumped to my eyes, and I got a severe case of pink eye in both peepers. Creamy goo pouring out of my eye sockets with constant itching and a little burning fucking sucks. I actually had to go to the clinic to get some drops, but now I can see the light! Or something.

The first thing I was able to look at this morning was news that WW3 is probably going to happen whether normal people want it to or not. Thank you M.I.C. Thanks a fucking lot. The good news is that I think I might be a bit too old to get called in if they restart the draft. Besides, women (adult human females) are now registered alongside the guys, so there’s all that cannon fodder before they’ll call on the old timers. Maybe another hurricane will roll through and take care of the pro-war nutjobs and put an end to this stupid shit. And no, climate change did not make the big bad hurricane blow some houses down. I know this because I used to live in the Tampa Bay area for over 20 years. Those nightmares blow through every year with varying degrees of destruction. It’s a normal, unpredictable, and very dangerous part of nature.

Just like the double dose of pink eye I just got, and with any luck about finished with. The feeling of crap rolling around underneath my eyelids was infuriating. It sucked even more when cream colored goo covered my vision and slurped down my cheeks with every other blink. I actually had to ask my mother to come over and drive me to the clinic because I couldn’t see. A forty-two-year-old man asking his mother for help like I’m a fucking gen-z invalid. God damnit.

Good news is that I celebrated seeing again by watching Cyberpunk: Edgerunners, and I was pleasantly surprised by a good story in this current age of repeats, reboots, and retellings for a modern audience. In other words, it escaped the creatively bankrupt corporate garbage that zombies think is art and entertainment. It’s even given me some inspiration to finish my own story, and to hold myself accountable. I even posted its announcement on the Coming Soon page with an estimated release date. I hope to God I finish it by then.

Year’s End

Here we are. Another year, another birthday right around the corner. I supposed I should begin reflecting on any lessons I learned this year, but I probably won’t do that. Instead, I feel like mentioning that I did not achieve my fat goal of gaining thirty pounds before the ball drops on December 31st.

Make no mistake. This is not a body positivity rant or anything. I think that’s fucking stupid. No, this is me being a lazy fat ass because I want to. I know perfecting well the hell I will face in the gym next month. But right now, I say fuck it. Enjoy the rest of the holidaze by drinking, smoking, and eating horrible things.

Did you know there is this stuff called reindeer bait? It’s amazing to eat when you’re hammered for the holidays. Every bite I take hardens my arteries in ways no stick of deep-fried butter ever could. Addictive flavor combined with heart attack Russian roulette.

Alright, I confess. I have never eaten deep-fried butter. Fat fried in fat. That’s too much even for me. Reindeer bait on the other hand, that shit is straight out of the Devil’s own kitchen. The grocery store has got to be in on it. They station tons of this stuff around the fruit and vegetable area. It’s almost as if Indiana has no choice but to be fat. Not entirely true, but it’s the narrative that lets me sleep at night.

Exposing Myself (legally) Online

This is will be the beginning of the next chapter of my life.

Blogging will be a new thing for me. I guess this shows my age and my ignorance, and my unwillingness to step out of my proverbially front door. This will have to be a placeholder until I figure out what I want to talk about. Ranting or something insightful…maybe I’ll drink too much and come up with something awful.