fri/20211224

First post with the new mini-keyboard, the iClever Tri-folding wireless – picked it up yesterday because I wanted to separate the Work usage from the online writing usage and I hated the keyboard case which previously housed the iPad Pro – lack of a protective cover during non-work hours and required removal of keyboard to make it usable as an iPad wasn't conducive to its safety and longevity in this land of Kirby – and, other than getting used to the tinier keys, I love it. Quick connectivity, solid battery life. Also: fun to fold.

Finished THE MATRIX RESURRECTIONS last night and loved it. Hopefully the story of the new Matrix finds life as an HBO Max series – Bugs needs her own series – or even a new trilogy; it’s intriguing enough that I want to see more. Additional thoughts might come later or maybe not IDK.

A note written to myself in the NB re: MainFictionThing: "I have no clue what the fuck Im doing here... what is it becoming? (Exactly what it wants to be.)"

Hohoho eve; the day awaits.

thu/20211223

On what was another record-setting day in this state of Greek-alphabet bucolia, I installed another blackout curtain in the Sanctum and, with that now slightly more blocked space, I feel like I've actually got a space of my own. Nice to not see or be seen by the house at large – read: Kirby; a bit more of that essential separation, the value of which remains unparallelled. Other part of afternoon was spent assembling bags one and two of the Lego Typewriter with arthritis gloves on: middle age = attained; the day awaits.

wed/20211222

Ohio – or at least this rural aspect of –  loves singing its praises when it sets a record: it adores, especially on a local level, reframing the victories of others as a victory for "the community"; allow me, then, to speak of a record set yesterday: 12,502 new COVID cases reflecting an 18% test positivity rate, an all-time pandemic high.

Go team etc etc.

This is all of which I am certain: I'm going to be the most bitter, get-off-my-lawn, fuckallyall ghost when I die here of either an autoimmune disorder run amok (plague-wrought or otherwise) or being run over on the day's run by one of the ZEROMPG throngs; I will haunt the shit out of this place and jangle my chains and make all sorts of noise so pfffbt there.

The day awaits.