Bucket list, still not having one (2013 flashback)
You know, back in 2013, I threw out Halley’s Comet again. I was very young when it came last, and barely remember seeing a little bit, maybe, in a very-cold night sky over Kansas.
You might be able to deduce the awe level….and that it’s really just not there.
So, not that. Quick math shows that I’d be in my 80s by then; let’s be honest, I’m not making it that long.
*hits calc again*
Mid-2040s seems right about right.
But this whole things has me feeling a bit like Craig from South Park.
I don’t know what those embeds are being so difficult lately.
In that ep, Cartman had a new case of Tourette’s.
The, and I can’t find a word for it; fetishization isn’t quite right, but it might be appropriately derisive, of disability is confusing as hell.
I might add this to my to-consume book list, though the one I’m on is taking a long time, and I’m not sure when I’ll get to it.
But, back to the “bucket list,” I really don’t know. Maybe buy a property? I mean, when I was younger, the idea of having a huge piece of land probably would have excited me.
Not so much, today.
The book ideas really haven’t coalesced, so I don’t know.
I need to get myself to combined family birthday parties; happy birthday, grandpa, little bro, mom…