Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Fifty Six: But, then again, who does?

I am only just now starting to realize where the time goes. Before closing up shop for the weekend at work, I was talking with one of my colleagues about my near miss with Peter Mayhew at Celebration Chicago. I started by saying “I was supposed to get Mayhew’s autograph at Celebration last year…” before […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Thirty Three: How on earth can history get past people like me?

I have not been fully overtaken by the moving hydra. Not yet. In fact, I think I might JUST get past the sonofabitch. I am discovering reserves of ruthlessness even I didn’t think I had. Much like everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face, you can say you’re as sentimental as […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Eleven: This isn’t a house, it’s a research facility.

A word, here, about challenging assumptions. I am all for self-knowledge, but Jesus, people, there’s a fucking limit. In no way am I a philosopher, and I think we can all be thankful for that, so I’m not much interested in answering difficult questions about the nature of the self. I don’t know what people […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Nine: Look what happened to the cook!

A word, here, about branching out. I have a bad habit of not doing the things I want to do. This is probably more like a “neurosis” or “debilitating psychological infirmity” than a “habit” necessarily, but I am casting it as a habit because improving or eliminating a bad habit is probably easier than fixing […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred One: You know, it’s not that I’m just so desperate to celebrate.

A word, here, about bucking convention. It’s January 9 and my Christmas decorations are still up. This is, understand, very unusual for me. Over the years I became someone who was very, very adamant about taking the decorations down on January 6, the traditional 12th day of Christmas. Not because I hate Christmas decorations; quite […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Ninety Four: You start to follow the money, you don’t know where the fuck it’s gonna go.

A word, here, about terminology. I talked yesterday about going on offense heading into 2021. Going on offense means taking steps, real actionable steps, to claw the life that I want back from Coronaworld. So yesterday and today I started working out what those steps could be. Some of them are easy, obvious things: just […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Ninety Three: Time takes everybody out. Time’s undefeated.

A word, here, about traditions. It’s January 1st, so it’s time to write about New Year’s Intentions. The notion of New Years Intentions is an improvement on resolutions that I stole from a friend five-ish years ago and have found much more useful. As I say every year, New Year’s Intentions, instead of being a […]