Could've been
Monday Morning, November 10, 2025
I would have been a cool dad. I'll never know, but I imagine I could have been.
A real pop
Thursday Morning, October 02, 2025
Fun little nonsense story time. I was just taking a break from work, stretching the legs. Filled my water pitcher, said hi to the parents. Mom was opening a 24-pack case of cans of pop. While I walked into the next room, we heard a loud bang. Dad pointed out that it sounded like a 22 going off.
Mom had been cutting the side off of the box but was now standing there, staring at the cans in the box, confused. One of the cans on the top had burst, split perfectly lengthwise, straight up from the table. It sat alongside the other still-pressurized cans.
The way it broke is astounding. Barely anything spilled. The split was nowhere near her cuts. What possessed this can to decide that was the moment to go?
I guess that was neat.
When the good end drops
Monday Night, September 29, 2025
I'm in bed. After a chill weekend at the Pumpkin Festival and a rough Monday of work, I'm trying to relax. Tried to stay away from social stuff pretty successfully. Managed to listen to wistful, dramatic, painful music and set myself into a rough mood after dinner. Dad had a few drinks and since the whiskey was out, I had a bit myself. Yeah, that set it off.
I'm in that dark place I've been riding the rim of for weeks. I had an awful day at work and a stressful evening staring at an easy algorithm that has recently tormented me. I'm going nowhere on this stupid project.
I also told my dad I'm tormented by the same demons he is. Phrased exactly like that. We are a cheerful bunch all things considered.
And my gums are receding at record levels. They feel weird. They don't hurt. I'll be losing teeth soon.