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A page that updates periodically about what I'm up to and into right now. One of many. You are viewing the version of this page from January 7, 2025. When it's gone, it's gone.

Making

Not much. I put up my 2024 favorite-albums list, and I wrote a little about some books I liked last year, but it's been mostly writing/thinking and not much making. I have about fifteen unfinished artworks on my desktop that maybe I should try and combine into one crazy thing just to get them all through the door.

Doing

Somehow I've been both extremely stressed out lately while also doing almost nothing. Doing something to the new year that falls somewhere between sizing up and staring down the barrel of.

I had some stuff fall through that I really would've preferred stay put, and figuring out how to cover my bills while also figuring out how to keep my brain together has been, uh, kind of taxing. I'm trying to fully juice the early-January energy and hype myself up to make it all work.

I just had a job interview today and I am making lists and setting goals and filling out applications. Also I'm gonna get my own health insurance and then I might be able to get on some pills, which would be nice.

Anyway. Christmas was nice; Lauren and I both got to spend some time with our-slash-each-other's families. The weird off-week between Christmas and the end of the year is so nice. I wish we all adopted the Kodak calendar and had a full metric month like that.

Thinking

Well, mostly I've been thinking about how bad everything sucks and how openly evil every system with even a tiny bit of power is. Been watching a lot of college football while I've been sitting around with Lauren's family and I am so put-off by the volume and pervasiveness of the brand sponsorships and naming rights stuff. Every single play is like Looks like number 41 is being wheeled off to the Prudential Investments® Injury Tent after that hit, which I'm going to nominate as the Dunkin' Donuts™ Illegal Targeting Tackle Of The Game Presented By Amazon Web Services. And then the 290-pound guy who just got his kneecaps blown off by the mirror version of himself from two states over has to like, go to the library later to make a Canva presentation about James Buchanan, and is not legally entitled to a red cent of the millions of dollars pumped into the TV show he was just on or the intermingled millions of dollars being gambled by myriad chumps over how long it'll take his kneecaps to grow back.

Reading

I have finally finished all of the Expanse books and I'm currently mopping up the short-story compendium. The series has its weird patches and it definitely gets sillier in the last few books but overall it rocks. I don't really know what I'm gonna read next.

Listening

I am officially off Spotify, so I'm back to discovering new music by word-of-mouth. And lately, when that well's been kind of dry, I have just been listening to the Kirby Air Ride soundtrack a lot. So check that out I guess.