Thumbing through pars years to see if there was a prompt I can steal for this year.
Nope. Nothing. But there was one with a link to totes-didn’t-used-to-do-evil Co.’s clip of Mike Gundy’s exasperated rant of I’m A Man. I’m 40!
But I guess the biggest message of today is one of completion.
I am excited to continue through to the end of my charge
How long can I keep going one that’s finished?
I don’t know, and, to be honest, I really don’t think about it much.
I’m listening to this in the background, and wondering if the guest has ever spoken at Shmoocon.
I guess I’m somewhat-impressed with how well some of these tools work. I don’t know if it’s a chicken-or-the-egg situation, however. I suppose retrofitting some of the nifty features is easier than securing something that’s an open sore.
But I think the only reason that that’s having to happen is because the big players, who portrayed themselves as paragons of virtue, out only to make the world a better place.
Maybe this reaction from Fargo is a good description of how I feel about it.
They’ve buddied-up with the thugs with guns. Maybe I should be more worried about irking them, but, well, I am the one who’s seeing a psychologist.
But I’ve finished it. Completion.
And I don’t care, and I feel like there’s something wrong with that.
Whatever.
All that said, it’s now afternoon, I’m almost out of coffee, so I’m going to stop for the day.
Tomorrow I’ll go find a flu shot, since there isn’t really a lot of interesting football with the Saints having lost on Thanksgiving, and the For(mer)skins playing Monday night.
–snip–
I had a resigned aside there about finishing writing so I could go do some work.
Instead of saving and finishing, Completion, I decided to go do the work I’d planned on doing.
An hour an a half later, I can get back to this.
But I really don’t have anything more to add, actually.
So that’s it.
Three more, and completion.