Thirty

No prompt today, just a recap of what I’ve done, and what I hope to see for the rest of the year.

Since I’ve been up today, I ordered my new computer. It’s not exactly what I wanted, but it looks like it’ll do for the next few years.

This thing isn’t whining yet this morning, which is nice. I think the new one will be quiet, too.

So. On writing. I don’t know. Obviously a lot of what I’ve ended up writing about is the 600-pound gorilla in the room, COVID-19.

I’m worried about Lockeian fundamental human rights. I’m convinced there’s a large portion of the population in the US who don’t believe in those rights anymore.

I don’t know what to do about that, and I’m much more limited in my options to combat it.

The other day, Friday, maybe? I ended up watching a bit of MTV Classic. Bust A Move was on. “Everything you have is yours, and not stolen.”

But if you get a government agent to steal it, it’s okay, right? No.

For “Cyber Monday,” I did order my new desktop. I hope it will be better than this wheezing thing. While it’s not exactly what I thought I wanted, but can it be worse than what I’m dealing with now?

And, not long after I finished writing that, I ended up buying something else. So much for fiscal responsibility.

But, yeah, I’m finished. Eleventh year in the books.

I hope everyone has a nice Christmas.

I will try not to be so sporadic, but I do need to get rid of the daily writing spells.

Maybe I won’t write this summer. We’ll see.

I think there’s something useful, perhaps, in my underreported news items. Walt Hickey sort of does a version of this over at numlock.news, but I think I could do something different.

Could I do a very short podcast on a single story….? Hmmm…..