So tweeted Haley Star as I saw it on my Twitter feed at 3:12.
Indeed Haley, I also "sometimes wonder."
A whole new world...
My shoulder is still in pain, but now I've rearranged my life to "just deal with it." Needless to say, Naproxen is my crutch, and triple strength sports cream, once thought of as a pleasant menthol fresh smell is now regarded as the stench of infirmity. Probably going to get an MRI and see a orthopedic surgeon. Oh the joys of middle aged-ness.
Perhaps as a respite from my middle-aged woes, I've started to become totally addicted to young gay guy vlogs on YouTube. They don't even have to be hot (though it certainly is appreciated) just young. This 18-26 generation (the Millennial Generation?) is different than the other, oh I guess, the other two or three I've seen come and go in the decades since my own Baby Boomer generation aged itself past that point. They seem...purposeful. And whereas prior generations, including my own, tended to waver off into a myriad of differing directions, this one seems to be connected subconsciously to each other, following one positive and optimistic path. I think they're actually going to achieve something of the likes not seen since the 60's beat generation. (The somewhat later "hippies" just emulated and made more visual the ideals and views of the beat generation just before them.)
I have a weeks vacation coming up soon and boy, I need it. Ryon, the chubby black dude who replaced David rapidly spiraled into his own tailspin and just couldn't hack the fucked up lifestyle of an overnight shift worker. He had already had a notorious rep for being late and one too many hours long tardies earned him a pretty little pink slip. And now to make matters worse, were down one man at nights and we have a previously benign happy-go-lucky (for the most part) resident deciding to go all ape shit this week. Not aggressive like my younger days experiences with this population but just out right loony and needing virtually 1:1 ratio attention which we are definitely not equipped to provide. New stressor. Yeah!
Watching the Yogscast playing multiplayer Civ BNW has made me homesick. (Can you be "homesick" for a digital existence? In this new world you can.) I want to start playing it multiplayer again. And maybe even contacting Ric for a game two...
(BTW, spellcheck complains about "multiplayer." Really Google? And you should know better than most. For that matter, it also doesn't accept "vlog." Really? You know it's 2013, right?)
I just woke up from my Sunday morning nap and I have my candles lit, chillaxin'. Lettin' my mind find solice in simply just "wondering."
Indeed Haley, I also "sometimes wonder."
A whole new world...
My shoulder is still in pain, but now I've rearranged my life to "just deal with it." Needless to say, Naproxen is my crutch, and triple strength sports cream, once thought of as a pleasant menthol fresh smell is now regarded as the stench of infirmity. Probably going to get an MRI and see a orthopedic surgeon. Oh the joys of middle aged-ness.
Perhaps as a respite from my middle-aged woes, I've started to become totally addicted to young gay guy vlogs on YouTube. They don't even have to be hot (though it certainly is appreciated) just young. This 18-26 generation (the Millennial Generation?) is different than the other, oh I guess, the other two or three I've seen come and go in the decades since my own Baby Boomer generation aged itself past that point. They seem...purposeful. And whereas prior generations, including my own, tended to waver off into a myriad of differing directions, this one seems to be connected subconsciously to each other, following one positive and optimistic path. I think they're actually going to achieve something of the likes not seen since the 60's beat generation. (The somewhat later "hippies" just emulated and made more visual the ideals and views of the beat generation just before them.)
I have a weeks vacation coming up soon and boy, I need it. Ryon, the chubby black dude who replaced David rapidly spiraled into his own tailspin and just couldn't hack the fucked up lifestyle of an overnight shift worker. He had already had a notorious rep for being late and one too many hours long tardies earned him a pretty little pink slip. And now to make matters worse, were down one man at nights and we have a previously benign happy-go-lucky (for the most part) resident deciding to go all ape shit this week. Not aggressive like my younger days experiences with this population but just out right loony and needing virtually 1:1 ratio attention which we are definitely not equipped to provide. New stressor. Yeah!
Watching the Yogscast playing multiplayer Civ BNW has made me homesick. (Can you be "homesick" for a digital existence? In this new world you can.) I want to start playing it multiplayer again. And maybe even contacting Ric for a game two...
(BTW, spellcheck complains about "multiplayer." Really Google? And you should know better than most. For that matter, it also doesn't accept "vlog." Really? You know it's 2013, right?)
I just woke up from my Sunday morning nap and I have my candles lit, chillaxin'. Lettin' my mind find solice in simply just "wondering."