a white russian and a kind thought

It’s okay to have a drink.

I know it’s en vogue to make out anyone who has an alcoholic beverage to be an irredeemable drunk. So many shows and books and things turn even the most casual of drinkers into real problems, but gimme a fuckin’ break.

For some people, they have to go cold turkey.

But for many, many others, it’s totally reasonable to have a drink without being labelled an alcoholic.

I’m so sick of the condemnation and outrage; the denial of possibility and nuance.

The non-existence of middle ground.

There was a time when we knew that not everything was black and white, that there was room for complexity. For moderation.

There is kindness beyond the outrage.

Try and remember that.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 954 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Gregor And The Marks Of Secret, Suzanne Collins (you know, this is one of the best written YA series ever - the depth of the subject matter, dark, man, for kid's stuff.  Great work.)
Comics: WildCats v2 20-23
Music: For Tomorrow, Blur

progress?

I got an offer to train in something new at work.

Thank heaven. I was starting to get bored there.

Phew.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 2180 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Gregor And The Marks Of Secret, Suzanne Collins
Comics: WildCats v2 16-19
Music: For Those About To Rock, AC/DC

vickie day

She may be gone, but the old bag’s not forgotten.

Or maybe she is. I keep conflating her with Queen Elizabeth, and forgetting she’s also dead.

God, we have a Charles now?

Whatever happened to ending the monarchy?

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1179 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Side Hustle: From Idea To Income In 27 Days, Chris Guillebeau
Comics: WildCats 10-13
Music: For Blood And Empire, Anti-Flag

good times

Man, I love that kid. It’s a shame we have to leave today; at least we had fun.

Ice cream and new basketball nets and arts and crafts and Zootopia 2, plus the elevator game, where I lift her up, say what floor we’re on and then whatever absurdity happens to be on that floor (a floor full of Nanas, a floor of giraffes eating corn on the cob, a floor full of zombies, she loves that one, and the floor full of old people waiting to die).

We have weird tastes.

(I’ll tell you about my nieces and Russian Bear sometime).

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1905 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Side Hustle: From Idea To Income In 27 Days, Chris Guillebeau
Comics: WildC.A.T.S.: Mosaic 1, WildCats v2 7-9
Music: For All The Cows, Foo Fighters (I'm on a kick)

babysittin’

We get our granddaughter to ourselves tonight, following gymnastics and the building of a basketball net.

A rager awaits.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1117 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Side Hustle: From Idea To Income In 27 Days, Chris Guillebeau
Comics: WildCats v2 4-6, Divine Intervention: WildC.A.T.S. 1
Music: Footloose (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack), Various, but mostly Kenny Loggins, duh

did i oversexualize lynda carter?

I mean, didn’t everyone?

But, yeah. I’m supposed to be better than that. I still think, that to this day, she’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.

I’m also in awe of the kindness and compassion she shows, which is actually more attractive than her appearance ever could be.

Indeed, that kindness and compassion is one of the sexiest attributes anyone can have, regardless of gender or appearance.

Being a hateful thing only serves to strip even the most beautiful of us of any allure.

Just ask Brigitte Bardot and her Marine LePen supporting ass.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 2093 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Side Hustle: From Idea To Income In 27 Days, Chris Guillebeau
Comics: WildCats v2 1-3, Wild Times: Grifter 1
Music: Foot In Mouth, Green Day

wonder woman

So I’ve been watching oldie TV lately, and I’ve finally hit on the first season of Wonder Woman. Now, I love Lynda Carter, and not just because she’s one of the most beautiful women, possibly ever.

She seems like a very good person, strong, compassionate, kind – it’s like she took all the non-magical traits of Diana and kept them for herself. She is an inspiration and much to be admired (personality-wise, though she’s still very good looking. She’s aged exceptionally well. I certainly hope she’s that nice in real life, and not some Neil Gaiman redux.)

Anyway, not the point, my point is this. There’s an episode late in the season where she’s tracking down some cattle russlers, and some war orphans break her out of jail by giving her back her belt.

And I swear, there’s a moment where she’s pulling open those bars (filmed a bit for the male gaze with an emphasis on the chest, obviously), and then they cut to the kids looking flabbergasted, and I swear, I SWEAR, you can actually see those kids hit puberty in real time.

I’m not going to say that’s how it happened for me (I’m pretty sure it was my first time seeing Elvira), but you know. It made me laugh.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1661 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Side Hustle: From Idea To Income In 27 Days, Chris Guillebeau
Comics: WildC.A.T.S./X-Men 4, WildC.A.T.S. 50, WildC.A.T.S./Aliens 1, Wild Times: WildC.A.T.S. 1
Music: Your Favourite Toy, Foo Fighters

we need to talk about wil

I’ll be honest. I find a lot of commonality with Wil Wheaton, even though Wil Wheaton and I have lived very different lives.

My parents weren’t particularly overbearing, but I definitely feel the anxiety and the insecurity, the desire for people to think I am more than I am, and the head-up-the-assiness of my fully filled with bullshit youth.

How’s that for a sentence?

My first thought when reading Still Just A Geek was, my god, he’s still stuck, still defined by his bitterness and angry from decades before. Thankfully, it mellowed out a bit, but there was a moment there where I was genuinely concerned for him, that he was going to be forever caught in this bitter hatred, this ravaging insecurity, only now, instead of blaming Hollywood and overplaying his hand, he was blaming his parents.

I mean, shit, is he ever hard on young Wil, even as he’s telling young Wil that it’s not his fault. Plus, there’s an oversensitivity to his own insensitivity, in that he wants to give himself a break for being hard on himself, but excoriates himself repeatedly for even the most minor of politically incorrect offenses (never really truly acknowledging that while we know better now as we’ve grown, it’s just not someone we understood back then, and we cannot live our lives in perpetual guilt for the smallest of past actions, and outrage for the current ones by everyone else).

I worried he’d traded the bluster of overperformative insecurity and anger for the bluster of overperformative modern social standing (and believe me, it is a major pet peeve of mine when it comes to people whose use of modern political correctness is done solely as performance art, to make other people think of them in a way that doesn’t reflect who they truly are – for example, those who think a social media post is all that’s needed to end racism or transphobia. Exposure helps, but if your only interest is in how it makes you look, well then, fuck you. You’re the example right wing fascists use when they want to demonstrate the hypocrisy of the left – and while they’re still assholes and fully in the wrong about pretty much everything, there’s something to that.

Don’t be a hypocritical asshole.

In any case, I made myself do what I always do – devil’s advocate. Because I didn’t want to dogpile on the guy. I enjoy his work. I just worried he’d moved into a space where he’d not really moved, but only shifted the focus, or done some minor redecorating.

Of course, again, this was 2021 when he did all these annotations, so another five years gone and who knows where we are now? I’ll guarantee dredging through those old memories was a trigger for past trauma, so while he may have started with the best of intentions, he may have let that past anger infect him a little. It shows in some of the comments he makes. The second half is better, with more recent and more inspired stuff, but at times, it feels like he’s a little scared to really get into it, to let us dive deep into his psyche.

Then again, as he himself mentions at points, he’s under no obligation to share any of that.

And he’s not. He’s right.

Anyway, this sounds like I’m being a jerk, but I really do identify with the whole thing. I want Wil to be happy because I want myself to be happy. If he is, if he grows and changes and moves on to a full life without all the baggage, well, shit.

Maybe there’s hope for us all.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 726 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Still Just A Geek, Wil Wheaton
Comics: WildC.A.T.S. 47-49, Voodoo 4
Music: Foo Fighters Essentials, Foo Fighters (it's been a few foo foo kind of days)

sideways

I had a whole post planned for today about empathy and people who are or might be stuck, and instead, I’m fucking stuck.

Fuck.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 2522 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Still Just A Geek, Wil Wheaton (I'm not going to lie, the annotations actually really slow down the progress of what should have been a fairly quick read)
Comics: WildC.A.T.S. 45-46, Voodoo 3, WildC.A.T.S. Annual 1
Music: Foo Fighters, Foo Fighters (pewpew foofoo)