mikel wrote: Kitten sandwich. Yummy!
Thanks for the laugh.
Happy new year!
On a second look I realize how much thought, -beyond the the well deserved laughs- went into your post.
Much appreciated.
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Don't know if it's more fitting to say we're ready to discard 2021 like a spent tube o' toothpaste or if we were the ones that got squeezed instead, but its time is almost up either way. And, boy, we sure did have our hopes up for this one, huh?
Somehow, we convinced ourselves this was the year we'd seen enough to have learned the lesson, to be able to break the cycle and finally escape the misery of our predicament. The longer that escape eluded us, however, the more it seems we tried to dictate some kinda normalcy on our still abnormal world: we tried to restart our lives a few times as if nothing was amiss, kept imagining ever bolder future "reboots" in the meantime. Then we tried to reclaim some temporary pockets of normalcy in certain regions, hoping that might hold for awhile. As all of that was failing, some even thought they might find temporary refuge in virtual worlds or nostalgic cultural retreads. Several false starts later, nothing's worked; the same reality persists like a sequel nobody asked for to the world's worst franchise. In every way, in every sense, it seems we've been going around in circles, like a record player stuck replaying the same part of a crappy song over n' over. And, sure, every problem has a solution, but it's hard to find it when your own nature proves to be part of the problem.
Still, here we are, at the end of yet another loop, with strained nerves and even more frayed wits, trying to figure out what, if anything, these past 365 days might have taught us - besides the padding effect they've had on Peg's yearly junk image drawer, that is. Let's lay 'em out n' see what we might find...
If the apocalypse is coming, we should at least find ways to make it work for low budgets, too.
Can't afford two stalls? Make it co-op instead!
Your older gear can probably still purrocess some lighter tasks.
No reason why you can't bedazzle fellow scavengers and pinch a fewnipples nickels at the same time.
Who knows, maybe I'm being too pessimistic about this. Maybe we can heed the warnings of experts, learn to adapt n' prevent our doom.
Yeah, wishful thinking there, probably.
Then again, expecting signs to solve everything might be a stretch. "Make this your new pad and you can expect lots of chilling!"
We just gotta accept there's some things (way) out there that don't want to make any sense. To our utter horror, hey just... are.
And so, in the face of a freakish outside world, we once again place our trust in the digital lord(s), who art in cyber.
An endless stream of information conveniently at our fingertips - as long as we keep feeding the algorithm, of course.
If you're looking for meaning or answers to life's big questions, however, this virtual world may just make your ontological angst worse.
And so we return to the age-old nugget: if we want the truth about the world, and ourselves, the only way to get it is by braving the Big Outside and reclaiming a balanced existence within it. You know, out there with all the crazy critters that know no fear except for what they see in you! Eh, I'm sure we'll do fine.
You know, as long as they don't decide to mount any joint campaigns against us.
And as long as we can outrun 'em.
And as long as they can't swallow us whole.
And, of course, as long as there's still some gas in the can.
Actually, you know what, I think that's enough with all this meek nature-fearing, home-bound sulking, fate-cursing with only the internet to serve as a comfort blanket. We're human beings, damnit, and no miserable year (or two) is gonna dim our spirit or dull our optimism for a better world. Nobody can crush my dreams for a better tomorrow! They are beautiful, exotic birds, feeding on the seeds of hope I hold in my hands and free to take to the skies with the first uplifting breeze. Fly away my pretti- AAAAugh! Well, shit. Back to doomscrolling and the occasional UT2004 match, I guess...
Seriously though, it's been yet another hellish n' aggravating year for most, so I think we all deserve to at least take some comfort, or even pride, in still managing to keep apace of this plague and getting anything else of note done for ourselves or others around us during this messy time. With any luck, things will get better sooner than later and the next year won't just be 2020, too.
Happy New Year, CEONSS
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Somehow, we convinced ourselves this was the year we'd seen enough to have learned the lesson, to be able to break the cycle and finally escape the misery of our predicament. The longer that escape eluded us, however, the more it seems we tried to dictate some kinda normalcy on our still abnormal world: we tried to restart our lives a few times as if nothing was amiss, kept imagining ever bolder future "reboots" in the meantime. Then we tried to reclaim some temporary pockets of normalcy in certain regions, hoping that might hold for awhile. As all of that was failing, some even thought they might find temporary refuge in virtual worlds or nostalgic cultural retreads. Several false starts later, nothing's worked; the same reality persists like a sequel nobody asked for to the world's worst franchise. In every way, in every sense, it seems we've been going around in circles, like a record player stuck replaying the same part of a crappy song over n' over. And, sure, every problem has a solution, but it's hard to find it when your own nature proves to be part of the problem.
Still, here we are, at the end of yet another loop, with strained nerves and even more frayed wits, trying to figure out what, if anything, these past 365 days might have taught us - besides the padding effect they've had on Peg's yearly junk image drawer, that is. Let's lay 'em out n' see what we might find...
If the apocalypse is coming, we should at least find ways to make it work for low budgets, too.
Can't afford two stalls? Make it co-op instead!
Your older gear can probably still purrocess some lighter tasks.
No reason why you can't bedazzle fellow scavengers and pinch a few
Who knows, maybe I'm being too pessimistic about this. Maybe we can heed the warnings of experts, learn to adapt n' prevent our doom.
Yeah, wishful thinking there, probably.
Then again, expecting signs to solve everything might be a stretch. "Make this your new pad and you can expect lots of chilling!"
We just gotta accept there's some things (way) out there that don't want to make any sense. To our utter horror, hey just... are.
And so, in the face of a freakish outside world, we once again place our trust in the digital lord(s), who art in cyber.
An endless stream of information conveniently at our fingertips - as long as we keep feeding the algorithm, of course.
If you're looking for meaning or answers to life's big questions, however, this virtual world may just make your ontological angst worse.
And so we return to the age-old nugget: if we want the truth about the world, and ourselves, the only way to get it is by braving the Big Outside and reclaiming a balanced existence within it. You know, out there with all the crazy critters that know no fear except for what they see in you! Eh, I'm sure we'll do fine.
You know, as long as they don't decide to mount any joint campaigns against us.
And as long as we can outrun 'em.
And as long as they can't swallow us whole.
And, of course, as long as there's still some gas in the can.
Actually, you know what, I think that's enough with all this meek nature-fearing, home-bound sulking, fate-cursing with only the internet to serve as a comfort blanket. We're human beings, damnit, and no miserable year (or two) is gonna dim our spirit or dull our optimism for a better world. Nobody can crush my dreams for a better tomorrow! They are beautiful, exotic birds, feeding on the seeds of hope I hold in my hands and free to take to the skies with the first uplifting breeze. Fly away my pretti- AAAAugh! Well, shit. Back to doomscrolling and the occasional UT2004 match, I guess...
Seriously though, it's been yet another hellish n' aggravating year for most, so I think we all deserve to at least take some comfort, or even pride, in still managing to keep apace of this plague and getting anything else of note done for ourselves or others around us during this messy time. With any luck, things will get better sooner than later and the next year won't just be 2020, too.
Happy New Year, CEONSS
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It's in times like this when widescreens become a lifesaver - or a pretty high diving platform?
(Sorry, couldn't possibly hold on to that one 'till the end of the year.)
(Sorry, couldn't possibly hold on to that one 'till the end of the year.)
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So 2022 is officially done and over with, and, boy, was it ever one of those cases where people went into it thinking, "well, at least this mess can't get any worse, right?", only for reality to confidently ask us to hold its beer as it goes ahead and casually demonstrates how things could always be worse. What could be more awful than the trash fire combo of a pandemic and an economic crisis, it heard us naively asking, happy to deliver the answer: the same, but with a whole-ass war, energy insecurity, inflation, and about a dozen environmental catastrophes sprinkled all over it as the accompanying shitnado.
I suppose the obvious lesson here is to never tempt fate by assuming the worst is behind us - especially if we haven't done much (of anything) to reverse the causes of such fate and thus deserve better - but if there's also some small comfort to be found right now, it might as well be that the particular shitshow known as 2022 can no longer hurt us. We get but a moment's peace to make a mental note of that passing of the torch before history's merciless roller-coaster starts picking up downward speed again. Delightful.
Oh, and, of course, there's also the by-product of the concluding year leaving a bunch o' funny pics of animals being little furry weirdos, while humans act even stranger and, predictably, worse around 'em. I mean, that's... better than nothing, right? (Don't deny it. At this point, you knew exactly what you were walking into when you clicked on this thread!)
So let's review and possibly attempt to stitch together some kinda coherent narrative about the past 12 months from the pictures they left in Peg's junk drawer o' curiosities...
We always set off telling ourselves this time we're gonna seize the day and claim our rightful (value-adjusted) future.
Marketable skills should provide some decent work opportunities. Word has it techbros' social media companies can be pretty fulfilling workplaces these days.
Well, still, there's always retail & services openings, where at least you'll be in less stressful worst-case scenarios with managers if you get something wrong. (Okay, maybe not Mickey D's specifically, but in general!)
Even when stuck, employment-wise, there's still something positive & uplifting you can do for yourself, just by going out there, fixing things and making the world a better place. (Being a fixer is overrated anyway.)
Prosperity can come from self-care too, they say. Slow down, regain your tempo, listen to what mother nature has to tell you, and you'll discover the truth of life's balance. (Mother nature's a troll and I'm blocking her.)
Perhaps lowering expectations to just maintaining yourself is the better way in times like this. You know, as long as you don't automatically become the main attraction whenever you go somewhere due to awkwardness.
Then again, sometimes it's others that won't stop being weird & overreacting. (Jesus Christ and virgin hairy, doc! I told you, it's just gas.)
No use. Sooner or later your desperate acting attempts will fail, and you'll realize your normalcy theater just doesn't cut the mustard.
Best to just embrace the truth: it's weird being out again. May as well prepare yourself psychologically, and just go out there to be the little weirdo you were always gonna be, sticking to your guns & ready for anything.
And since lots of other people might be playing that angle too, you'd better have your underdog wits and smart strategies about you.
Of course, not everyone's cut out for that kinda reopened, hectic world. It can all feel so exhausting, so... thinning.
Which is why you already knew the foregone conclusion here: best to just stay home, again. Even though it's all starting to feel a bit surreal.
Home is easy, home is safe. Just order the stuff you need and wait for it to arrive, even if you live far off. All you'll worry about is the catellite service sometimes dropping.
There's always something comfy to do at home. Games are getting better and more hi-def, too, beckoning you to turn your head their way.
So once again, why not just stay inside and be your own little weirdo online? After all, the internet is no less weird than you anyway.
And, yes, this will only make the next year an exhausting rehash of the last one, wondering when it will all end. Well, nobody knows, so join the club.
If you were hoping for some grand revelation, some profound epiphany at the end of all this, I'm afraid I don't have much to offer you in that regard. If you hadn't noticed, we're not exactly living through humanity's second age of enlightenment these days. Only nugget I can offer is to try and be generous to others with your attempts to understand them, to not dismiss their perspective before first making an honest effort to find any potential sense & meaning in it. Oh, and keep holding on, too; after all, you've made it this far!
Happy New Year, CEONSS.
I suppose the obvious lesson here is to never tempt fate by assuming the worst is behind us - especially if we haven't done much (of anything) to reverse the causes of such fate and thus deserve better - but if there's also some small comfort to be found right now, it might as well be that the particular shitshow known as 2022 can no longer hurt us. We get but a moment's peace to make a mental note of that passing of the torch before history's merciless roller-coaster starts picking up downward speed again. Delightful.
Oh, and, of course, there's also the by-product of the concluding year leaving a bunch o' funny pics of animals being little furry weirdos, while humans act even stranger and, predictably, worse around 'em. I mean, that's... better than nothing, right? (Don't deny it. At this point, you knew exactly what you were walking into when you clicked on this thread!)
So let's review and possibly attempt to stitch together some kinda coherent narrative about the past 12 months from the pictures they left in Peg's junk drawer o' curiosities...
We always set off telling ourselves this time we're gonna seize the day and claim our rightful (value-adjusted) future.
Marketable skills should provide some decent work opportunities. Word has it techbros' social media companies can be pretty fulfilling workplaces these days.
Well, still, there's always retail & services openings, where at least you'll be in less stressful worst-case scenarios with managers if you get something wrong. (Okay, maybe not Mickey D's specifically, but in general!)
Even when stuck, employment-wise, there's still something positive & uplifting you can do for yourself, just by going out there, fixing things and making the world a better place. (Being a fixer is overrated anyway.)
Prosperity can come from self-care too, they say. Slow down, regain your tempo, listen to what mother nature has to tell you, and you'll discover the truth of life's balance. (Mother nature's a troll and I'm blocking her.)
Perhaps lowering expectations to just maintaining yourself is the better way in times like this. You know, as long as you don't automatically become the main attraction whenever you go somewhere due to awkwardness.
Then again, sometimes it's others that won't stop being weird & overreacting. (Jesus Christ and virgin hairy, doc! I told you, it's just gas.)
No use. Sooner or later your desperate acting attempts will fail, and you'll realize your normalcy theater just doesn't cut the mustard.
Best to just embrace the truth: it's weird being out again. May as well prepare yourself psychologically, and just go out there to be the little weirdo you were always gonna be, sticking to your guns & ready for anything.
And since lots of other people might be playing that angle too, you'd better have your underdog wits and smart strategies about you.
Of course, not everyone's cut out for that kinda reopened, hectic world. It can all feel so exhausting, so... thinning.
Which is why you already knew the foregone conclusion here: best to just stay home, again. Even though it's all starting to feel a bit surreal.
Home is easy, home is safe. Just order the stuff you need and wait for it to arrive, even if you live far off. All you'll worry about is the catellite service sometimes dropping.
There's always something comfy to do at home. Games are getting better and more hi-def, too, beckoning you to turn your head their way.
So once again, why not just stay inside and be your own little weirdo online? After all, the internet is no less weird than you anyway.
And, yes, this will only make the next year an exhausting rehash of the last one, wondering when it will all end. Well, nobody knows, so join the club.
If you were hoping for some grand revelation, some profound epiphany at the end of all this, I'm afraid I don't have much to offer you in that regard. If you hadn't noticed, we're not exactly living through humanity's second age of enlightenment these days. Only nugget I can offer is to try and be generous to others with your attempts to understand them, to not dismiss their perspective before first making an honest effort to find any potential sense & meaning in it. Oh, and keep holding on, too; after all, you've made it this far!
Happy New Year, CEONSS
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