Every Which Way But Lucid: April 2023

Last night while I was thinking through my post, I got to thinking. I started wondering if my DiaryLand blog still existed. So I just went looking for it. After working out the naming convention, I found out that it is no longer listed as active. It is probably still archived and I can get it back, but I cannot remember my password. Is it worth $19 to have them look up my info and reactivate my blog? Maybe. I don’t know.

After five minutes of scrolling through my life, it appears that I have been mildly interested in discovering the fate of my DL account since February of 2028.

Go me!

In so doing, I ended up resetting the passwords to both of my LJ accounts AND posting in one for the first time since 2007.

To quote Captain Shaw from Star Trek: Picard “It’s been kind of a weird week.”

In so trolling through my irnothing LJ account, I came across a still functioning(!) link to an old friend’s blog. I feel bad that I haven’t actually done much in the way of speaking to her for probably fifteen years now? Which is weird, considering we have never actually met.

I need to get some new friends. I need to start writing again.

I have that wacky creative prompts book. Maybe I will actually start using it.

Wednesday, April 26, 2023

But You're Older

Here we go again. It’s been nearly a year since last I put anything in this thing. What has changed? I’ve moved into a supervisor position at the afore mentioned medical warehouse, so that is fun.

If one of my co-workers had his way, I’d have a ‘friend’ at work. But I don’t play like that.

I found myself staring wistfully down an aisle at work this evening, ruminating on all of the bad decisions I’ve made in the last fifteen years of my life. Trying to come up with a better way of fixing everything than the plan I came up with a few months back. After that, I had to get my speaker and an iPod…I just couldn’t stand being alone with the things going on in my head anymore.

Speaking of iPods…The iPod thing sort of spiraled out of control for a couple of months. I now own ten of those plus a Zune.

I’ve done some streaming on Twitch for various things, but life got in the way.

I jumped into M:TG again for about a month. Still haven’t played an actual game with anyone for around ten years, but that is whatever.

Star Trek is actually good again these days. Lower Decks is fantastic, Strange New Worlds is equally fantastic, and Picard managed to undo the damage the movie damage to TNG’s legacy.

I’m not real happy about the state of my overall general health, but that comes of eating like crap and not doing anything about it. I guess I need to change that. More than that though, my mental health, while somewhat better than my days at The UPS Store, still leaves a lot to be desired. I feel like, for lack of a better phrase, excessive screen time, has messed up my ability to focus on things like books or think through a coherent sentence/story/idea.

It is interesting how much the phenomenon of “doom scrolling” has affected my ability to think like I used to. Yeah, not a fan of that. I’m thinking it is time to back off on things like the Kindle, Smart Watch and phone time in general. It is interesting…Where I used to pick up a book, I now pick up my phone and start scrolling through crap I don’t care about. Recently at work I’ve been reading an actual, real book on my lunch break and it is glorious!

Not just because the book is The Princess Bride.

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell?
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk-on part in the war
For a leading role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here