Category: Something

Let’s lighten things up a bit!

flying multicolored hot air balloon

I want to write about something serious and topical, but also, I don’t. Where’s the fun in that? I mean, a bunch of other more influential people are already talking about the things that need addressing—what will I add to the discussion? If I’m not meaningfully adding something with substance, then what’s the point?

Woah. Hold on a moment there, Matthew. Where did this all come from? You wanted to write a post about something light and fluffy because things seem so dire everywhere and you’re feeling crushed under the weight of depression, anxiety, and the crushing power of social influence and responsibility, remember?

Oh, yes. That’s right.

So, let’s do that thing then!

Seems weird to do it after that introduction, yanno?

Well…I suppose it’s weird to some degree. But we can still do it anyway? 🤷‍♀️

Okie dokie. Knock, knock.

Ugh, really?

Yes, really! Please, just say the thing.

Fiiine… Who’s there?

How should I know? I wasn’t there to answer the door; you tell me.

🤨

M3

Today…was a day.

ocean during day

This post was written after an intense Tuesday I had a few weeks ago. I didn’t finish writing it, but I decided to post it anyway.

Oh, my goodness. What a wild day I had today. Care to hear the tale? 😬

Allow me to set the stage. There’s been a lot of dramatic changes in my life recently, and they’ve all sorta happened at the same time. Add to that the global COVID-19 pandemic and you have a jolly good recipe for a fun time!! (Sarcasm is obviously overflowing from these words…)

Don’t get me wrong, many of the changes have been good, beneficial, and expected. But many of them have been big, scary, stressful, anxiety-inducing… you name it. Kinda the biggest thing to happen recently is that my dad left my mom, betrayed the entire family, and left us all with huge messes to clean up. Now I’m not sure that I’m going to have a place to live after the pandemic is over.

I’m sure that I’ll figure out something with my brother to get the living situation secure for the future, and I do have some supports to access if it’s necessary. But the fact that I must face this situation at all is annoying.

I’ll quickly list off other things that have been going on:

  • I was admitted to the hospital a few weeks ago with severe stomach pain, caused by my Crohn’s disease.
  • I’ve had to help my mom move out of her place.
  • A lot of my mom’s furniture needed to be sold.
  • I’m still settling in from my last move to the current apartment that I share with my brother.
  • Because I’m currently underweight, I must pay extra attention to my diet and eating habits.
  • My dog Macy has needed to go into foster care, which means I can’t see her easily right now.
  • A bunch of other smaller things.

Anyway, you get the picture. Lots of things, most of them being big-but-not-too-big, not-so-fun things.

So yesterday, we were trying to sell the extra furniture and my body wasn’t cooperating. Even typing was getting to be too much for my wrists, so I had to take frequent breaks. My brain was all foggy and I just wanted to close my eyes, but even sleep was elusive when I tried to nap.

That’s all I wrote. I’m not exactly sure where I was going with this…but there ya go!

**insert post title here**

When I can’t decide on a topic to write about, I’ll usually start writing whatever is on the forefront of my mind. The problem is that there are usually a multitude of topics being thunk through in my brain… so I’ll end up with a weird combo of subjects that don’t necessarily mesh very well.

Regardless, I’m going to write something. Get ready.

I smell (lol) something that is… vinegar-ish maybe? Almost like fermenting, though. Like apple cider vinegar, but alcoholic. I think? I don’t know what’s causing it, which is kinda annoying but there ya go.

In unrelated news, I have a pile of dishes with little bits of food that are rotting in little pools of water and stuffs.

Wait. You don’t think that… Mr. Roger’s wasn’t abducted by the Area 51 peeps, right? I mean, we don’t have proof that he wasn’t. Right? But why would they even want Mr. Rogers? Does he know something that we don’t know?

WOAH! I just remembered what I actually wanted to write about! 🙌 But I also forgot again as I was looking for that emoji which wasn’t really necessary. Aw, darn.

I’ll remember again later and probably write it out properly. We’ll see.

The Kobayashi Maru.

Writing a blog post every day is difficult. But I can do it!

I mean, I really don’t know what to write about right now so I’ll just start writing. An idea will eventually come to me. Right? Maybe not. I’m going to give a go either way.

Here I go!! Writing… stuff. Just waiting for inspiration to hit me. Not that I want to be hit literally—just figuratively.

Note to self: I don’t think that I used that em dash correctly, but you’ll just have to deal with it.

*le gasp* Inspiration!!

Nope.

Nevermind.

Actually, yes. Inspiration.

Maybe?

You know what would be fun? Taking the Kobayashi Maru test! They should make it an actual thing. Or I could totally program Artemis with a Kobayashi Maru-like scenario. Yasss… Or maybe someone has already done that?

*opens new tab*

*googles*

*writes action stars of me googling*

I found this, this (which leads to this), this, and this. I’ll have to figure it out later.

OH!!! Duh dur! I should find a group with which to play Artemis!! This is so stupidly obvious, Matthew. *shakes head* Come on.

Why am I talking about the Kobayashi Maru? Because I was watching Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End, I then looked at the Wikipedia page for the Pirates series of movies. I noticed the gross box office… money income thingy… that thing. Anyway, I was suddenly curious about the numbers of the Star Trek movie series, so I looked that up too. In reading that article, I saw that Winona Ryder played Spock’s mother in the 2009 film. Because of that, I wanted to see one of her scenes and loaded up the movie. A few scenes after the appearance of Amanda Grayson (Spock’s mother), we get to see Kirk winning the Kobayashi Maru—a no-win scenario to train/test Starfleet officers for command. Of course, Kirk won only because he hacked the simulator.

And now I’m explaining everything. Fab, eh?

I will now bid you a goodnight, my friends!

M3

Hey.

Sup? Whatcha doin’?

Me? Oh, I’m just waiting for a grilled cheese sandwich to fall from the sky into my lap. Just my regular Sunday thing. I don’t actually expect that to happen, but you never know. We live in a crazy world and anything—literally anything—is possible.

If a grilled cheese is gonna fall from the sky, I want to be ready! I don’t want to miss that kind of opportunity, yanno? Life’s too short to miss these kinds of things. Fleeting moments, so precious.

But enough about me… What are you doing?

M3

I’m just gonna write a paragraph.

A pair of giraffe?

No, no… a paragraph.

Oh! A pear gaffe, got it.

Para-graph!

Parrot glass?

Okay, now you’re just trying too hard.

Hah, whatevskis. I’ve decided to write a single paragraph about…something. I haven’t decided the subject yet. I’m thinking maybe a little blurb about my day, like an update kinda thing, yanno? Or maybe talk about something that’s been on my mind. Although if I did that, I’d sound incredibly narcissistic as I’m kinda hating myself right now. Not like in an extremely bad way quite, but still.

Oh no… now look what I’ve done. Bleh. Bedtime I guess!

M3