too much anger

Not just in the world, but in me.

I’m angry at the world’s situation.

I’m angry at myself, for wasting so much time.

I’m angry at myself, for not being a better man.

I’m angry at circumstances beyond my control.

I’m angry at being blamed for things I didn’t even do, and never would.

I’m angry at greed.

I’m angry at corruption.

I’m angry at myself for allowing depression to dictate the terms of my life.

I’m angry at other people, for constantly invading my time and space.

I’m angry, because I’m not nice enough, and because I cannot be less nice.

I’m angry at my own frustation.

I’m angry, again, at my inability to change any of this.

I’m angry at my inertia.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1818 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Definitely Dead, Charlaine Harris
Comics: Noble Causes 8-9, Invincible 21-22
Music: For Those About To Rock, AC/DC

4th of bored with you

Seriously, we’ve put up with American ego for far too long.

You’re not exceptional; you’re delusional.

You love to make yourself out to be somehow better than the rest of the world, but that’s your obsession with ego talking – and that’s not just the deluded morons on the right. Mamdani spoke of American exceptionalism just this week, and he’s Lefty McLefterson.

You are not the greatest thing since sliced bread; your history actually demonstrates a great deal of the opposite.

Constant war. Constant hatred. Constant abuse of those least able to defend themselves. Constant rape of the planet in the name of shareholders.

As far as I’m concerned, we’re over it.

Time to move on, and find some humility to emulate in this world, instead of American ego-driven bullshit.

Out.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1564 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Definitely Dead, Charlaine Harris
Comics: Noble Causes 5-7, Invincible 20
Music: For My Friends, Blind Melon

in the olive of a dry martini

It’s funny, how ideas jump from place to place, little things that maybe the later progenitors didn’t even realize from where they came.

A bug in an olive in a martini. I first saw it in Danger Girl; turns out, it came as a suggestion earlier by “Count Diaz” in Wonder Woman.

J. Scott Campbell and I have seen the same shows (and if you’ve seen Campbell’s work, that he would have spent some time with Lynda Carter is unsurprising).

I feel like kindness is much the same way. Someone commits a small act. Someone else sees it; maybe it doesn’t register right away with them, but later, in a similar situation, they see that as a valid course of action.

Enough acts of kindness witnessed, and perhaps, in time, it will become the default course of action for us all.

One can only hope.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1357 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Definitely Dead, Charlaine Harris (definitely boring, already a third of the way through)
Comics: Noble Causes 3-4, Invincible 18-19
Music: For Blood And Empire, Anti-Flag

impressed with myself

I guess all that French Duolingo is paying off.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1557 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Definitely Dead, Charlaine Harris
Comics: Brit: Red, White, Black & Blue 1, Invincible 16-17, Noble Causes 2
Music: For All The Cows, Foo Fighters (I'm on a kick)

le canada

C’est mon pays.

Ce n’est pas parfait, et Pierre Poilievre est une grand fléau sur le paysage, mais je l’adore.

C’est tout.

Bonjour et bon soir, mes amis.

Tout va être bien, j’espère.

Objectif: 1600 mots
Écrit: 1589 mots, roman: Père Foudre

Lis: Gregor And The Code Of Claw, Suzanne Collins (I give up)
Bandes Dessinées: Invincible 13-15, Noble Causes 1
Musique: Footloose (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack), Various, but mostly Kenny Loggins, duh


almost heat stroke

I’m pretty sure. Thirty-six fucking C and I went grocery shopping. I was only outside for a couple of minutes going in and out of the grocery store and LCBO.

Apparently, unloading the groceries and taking out the garbage was too much for me.

Huge headache after. Needed ice water, sudden desire to turn our hot tub into a cold plunge.

But that would take too long.

Fuck.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 2009 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Gregor And The Code Of Claw, Suzanne Collins
Comics: Invincible 9-12
Music: Foot In Mouth, Green Day

i’m not a football guy

And I mean soccer for the locals. I don’t consider American football worth the effort – talk about boring. I mock soccer for being tedious (and it is, compared to hockey or basketball, and less interesting from a strategic standpoint than baseball), but man.

American football is so fucking dull.

Stop, go. Stop, go. Can’t score? Kick it (the only time in reality that anyone actually uses their goddamn foot on the ball, despite the name).

Put poor kids who had no other way out into a situation where all they have to do is injure themselves or others, and give some too much money, and the rest, string along for two to three years until they’re too broke down to compete, and bring in the next poor sucker who is on the verge of CTE.

Hockey has contact, sure, but there’s skill there. It’s not just about pounding into someone else for sixty minutes, while a handful of other guys actually get to show skill.

Anyway, of all the big sports, it’s by far the worst.

Or UFC.

UFC’s the worst.

UFC fucking sucks.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1334 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Gregor And The Code Of Claw, Suzanne Collins (I know it's YA and too young for me, but I'm so impressed with this series and how it handles its dark material.  I can't wait to see how it ends.)
Comics: Invincible 5-7, Brit: Cold Death 1 (I'll admit, I didn't get the hype at first, but there's been a good twist, so it's less generic now.)
Music: Your Favourite Toy, Foo Fighters (I know it's not the American spelling, but fuck.  You already gave up your freedom, America.  Why give up your Us as well?)

i hate being that guy

Look, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the best way to live, but in my experience, the folks who are loudest about how you should live, are often the weakest in actually following through with that.

Those who are living the way they want generally don’t crow about it; they offer humble notes that they put out there and if someone takes inspiration from it, great. If not, well, that has little bearing on how the first person’s life continues to go.

They’ve figured it out. Those saying, “behave this way!” are often not behaving that way.

(See Tolle, Eckhart, Robbins, Tony and Trump, Donald)

So when I post be kind eighteen times, it’s a much a reminder to myself as it is anything. I don’t feel like I’m being very kind these days.

I’m very empathetic. Of that, there’s no doubt. I feel the weight of the world and everyone else’s emotional state keenly.

The problem is that I don’t act on it. I don’t offer to listen, or demonstrate compassion, or help out in any way.

I sit back. I evaluate. I judge. I know what I should be doing, but I don’t.

I make excuses about needing to handle my own stressors first; but maybe that’s just a cop-out.

Depression as procrastination for engaging with life and other people

(It certainly kills my drive to put myself out there.)

Anyway, that’s my thought for the day. Start small, do a few good things for the people you love. Then, world peace and the end of hunger.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 2043 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: 100 Side Hustles: Unexpected Idea For Making Extra Money Without Quitting Your Day Job, Chris Guillebeau
Comics: Tech Jacket 6, Invincible 4-5, Brit 1
Music: Foo Fighters Essentials, Foo Fighters (it's been a few foo foo kind of days)

weird morning

The dogs and cats let me sleep, even after I woke up at five after five in a panic, thinking my alarm hadn’t gone off, and then realizing I didn’t work today, because it’s Saturday, but also, I really had to pee and that getting up to do that is typically a trigger for the free-for-all that is cats pawing at me and dogs licking my face, the relentlessness of which shaves an hour or two off my sleep every Saturday.

And yet…

They let me go until six-fifty-three.

What good boys and girls.

For once.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1129 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: 100 Side Hustles: Unexpected Idea For Making Extra Money Without Quitting Your Day Job, Chris Guillebeau (so far, pretty much the same as all his other books since The Art Of Non-Conformity - a reminder that I don't have the hustle)
Comics: Tech Jacket 4-5, Invincible 2-3
Music: Foo Fighters, Foo Fighters (pewpew foofoo)

be kind

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You get the point.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1353 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: 100 Side Hustles: Unexpected Idea For Making Extra Money Without Quitting Your Day Job, Chris Guillebeau
Comics: Tech Jacket 1-3, Invincible 1
Music: folklore, taylor swift (i gather she likes the lowercase and not, you know, LOUD NOISES)