Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Sixty: Are you talking about a sense of my own mortality or a fear of death?

In the interest of expanding my knowledge, I went to a new Costco today. There wasn’t a whole lot of reason other than this other one was exactly the same driving time as the location I normally go to, and I also had to stop at the regular grocery store on the way home and […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Thirty Four: There’s better days shining through.

A word, here, about beginnings. It’s Election Day, and if anyone thinks that in the year 20fucking20 Election Day is actually only going to be one day, well, you know, the world needs ditch-diggers too. I remember on Election Day in 2000, I stayed up to watch the coverage. That isn’t very surprising, as back […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Twelve: Not a girl.

A word, here, about history. It is, apparently, Columbus Day. I didn’t even know this until well after 9PM, though that does explain why I wasn’t inundated with charity mail today. Holidays are easy to elide in Coronaworld, especially when they’re the sort of odd half-holidays that Columbus Day falls into. Not that Columbus Day […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Six: I think of a man, and I take away reason and accountability.

A word, here, on making smart decisions. I was reminded that today is the five-year anniversary of the time I tried to steal James L. Brooks’ car. You may think, oh, it’s time for another one of John’s comic exaggerations to make some sort of larger point, a bad comedy parable. No. This actually literally […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Ninety One: The cable stays!

I started really cleaning my room. This, I realize, sounds like something a teenager would say, not someone approaching his 43rd birthday. All the same, I spent a solid 4 hours this weekend cleaning my room. I go off and on with the state of my bedroom. Every now and then I’ll get super pissed […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Seventy Two: I don’t want to get into a semantic argument about it.

A word, here, about threat recognition. I am old enough that I remember the halcyon days 0f 2008 and 2009, when Facebook was only evil from the inside, not visibly and obviously to the entire world. Back in those days one of the first glimpses we got of the forthcoming forbidden knowledge was when Facebook […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Twenty Two: You know what always cheers me up?

It’s Nick’s birthday today, and for his birthday I’m going to share an old story about one of our many (many) (MANY) misadventures playing poker in Atlantic City. I had gone down earlier that day to watch the first Transformers movie in Imax, and Nick met me later at the Borgata. We were playing in […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Seventy Four: In every single doorway, there’s you.

A word, here, about self-reflection. The first time I read the word “Blursday” I thought, “yup, that’s it, that’s perfect.” Ordinarily I would have said something along the lines of “I am not a fan of made-up words,” but a) that’s a really good made-up word, and b) oh, who really gives a fuck anymore? […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Seventy Three: We have to live without sympathy, don’t we?

A word, here, about memory. I swear to god this happened, maybe an hour ago. I was sitting here at work, and I thought “oh, I should log breakfast and lunch into MFP.” MFP is MyFitnessPal, the app I use to keep track of my intake and calculate my daily caloric requirements vis a vis […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Sixty Eight: She was a damn good dancer but she wasn’t all that great of a girlfriend.

A word, here, about lingering issues. Once again, in the interest of keeping things honest, yesterday was really, really bad. As I have said since this started, I have good days and bad, good hours and bad, and while the good ones outnumber the bad ones, the bad ones tend to be more bad than […]