Long day of work yesterday. We've had a couple of outages lately, none of them caused by anything my particular team was doing, but everyone has their hair kinda on fire, and it's stressful. I was working on something that I was trying to finish before I had to leave to take Quentin to Marshals Academy, and ran into an unexpected and confusing snag, and ended up going to pokego Raid Hour after dropping him off anyway, but then went back to the car and spent an hour on my laptop (which I'd brought for this purpose) trying to figure out what was going on. I didn't, and then worked more on it once I get home, which I finally did.

(Marshals Academy is the LARP Adventure Program thing for high-schoolers, which LAP recently extended to include eighth-graders. Quentin did it over the summer, and is now continuing into the school year; among other things, it qualifies him to serve as a CIT for the after-school middle-school LARP program that LAP runs, which he's excited about starting, even though approximately a quarter of the participants will be older than him. :^ ) It's cool to see him picking up a teacher/mentor/leader sort of role like this; he is not our crazy little baby any more.)

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On 2025-05-09, I said

(Huh, it's been less than a month since I posted? It feels like ages. Well, maybe I'll catch up a bit this weekend. Anyway, I am not back yet.)

hahaha no

Well, I'm obviously not going to catch up; I certainly don't remember details of the past almost six months down to a day level.

I've been thinking of starting again, but I just feel like I don't have anything good to say. So many things are so terrible; and yet pretty much everything in my little world is pretty much fine. It feels wrong to chirp away about the mundane pretty-much-fine things every day. It feels wrong to post three sentences of relentless doom every day, even if that's really the most interesting thing happening right now, by a lot.

And why even bother? Penn Jillette has a journal that he goes back and re-reads, which sounds so awesome. I'm not going to do that in any case, but if I did, what would I even want to read about? What would anyone else want to read about? I'm not writing the next Diary Of Anne Frank here, as our country slides into becoming a fascist dictatorship. Bleah.

Well, I guess just chirp away about mundane stuff, for now. I think I am not here to capture some sort of historical record of what's going on and what I'm doing, just to have slightly more contact with something slightly behind the 1600 sqft where I spend most of my time. So, hi.