I’ve spent nearly forty years of existence living “in the moment” with little to no regard for the future. There are things that are inescapable, such as planning for retirement, working hard, making decisions that ensure that myself and my family are secure for the foreseeable future.

I’m not sure it was a lack of impression on me by the people who reared me. I can’t say if perhaps it’s ADHD related, either. I’ve also suspected major depression might also be involved. It’s likely that my anemic ability to imagine my future or plan or structure things around it stems from a combination of all of those things. I’ve made some strides in this, though. Small ones, but they’ve been made.

We’re on the fourteenth vote now for speaker of the house, and Kevin McCarthy is a flea’s ass away from winning, but the opponents to his assuming the leadership role are staunchly opposed to him ascending to speaker of the house. They’re opposed for distinct reasons. Particularly because McCarthy is a centrist establishment Republican who vows to remove the extreme right jackasses from councils they’re currently sitting on. These extreme right morons include Boebert, Gaetz, Biggs, Bishop, and a handful of others I’ve never heard of.

Happy fuckin’ new year. Man, hopefully things get better. How about that fusion progress, eh? I mean, we’re still fucking forever out from practical fusion, but progress is progress, don’t you think?

We’re watching this Amish reality TV shit, and it’s insane to me how these people exist on the fringes. I can’t imagine the Amish way of life lasting much longer, because it’s just absolutely asinine. Man, I can see why the Amish make entertaining viewing. Their culture at it’s very core is oen of being balls-deep in your neighbor’s business. Combine that with the fact that some of these goons aren’t remaining Amish, and some are, and you have a really snoopy gaggle of morons slap-fighting and screaming every ten minutes. It’s like Jerry Springer meets Rumspringa. I don’t even know what to say half the time, except to excuse away their behavior with the eighth grade education they’ve all had. It’s just goddamn nuts.

In case you’ve never heard the name before, Mordechai Vanunu is a hero. He revealed the existence of the Israeli Nuclear Weapons Program to the British press in 1986. The fascist Mossad has kidnapped him before. This motherfucker is a real one, and he’s been pursued the world over by the Israeli government.

In case you weren’t aware, Israel still denies having a nuclear program.

So now you know about a badass who is still being actively persecuted to this day. Support him. He’s still alive. Spread his message of peace, say his name to everyone.

I bought a Pax 3 some time ago, and by far it has been the worst performer that I’ve owned to date. So I figured I’d ping the company who makes it and let them weigh in on why this device is such an awful performer. But before I reached out to the Pax Support Team, I did go through all their support materials on the matter to try their recommended methods for getting decent performance out of this device.

Christmas is over, thank fuck. Seems like it went off without a hitch. At least, no crazy drama or anything. In Christmas terms, this is a distinct win. Nearly every Christmas seems tinged with some alcohol-fueled altercation or spat, people are ceaselessly saying something they regret or, perhaps, things they regret not having said earlier. It’s normally insanity, whereas insanity is not always the norm.

Well, I fucking love the Nuphy Air75 keyboard. I think I have a keyboard problem. I keep buying keyboards, and I don’t need as many as I have, and they’re all awesome in distinct ways. Keyboards are a problem for me. I think it’s because I spend so much time at one, between work and my personal life. I guess that makes sense. My work keyboard might be my most favorite, followed by the Nuphy,

It’s Christmas, it’s 8:00 AM, and I’m sitting here at my computer. I’m thinking about grabbing my spare Monster. My woman went to work at some ungodly hour this morning, and I really don’t sleep well when her butt isn’t pushed up against me. Any time I wake up, so long as she’s in bed with me, I just pull her close and I can fall right back to sleep. If not, I end up rolling around fifty times before I’m able to finally collapse again.

Don’t get too excited, the title is just a word. It has nothing to do with the contents of this post whatsoever. I’m sitting here, not at home, but still quite comfortable in my mobile safe zone. I have a bag that I stuff all my earthly possessions into for traveling, and so I’m traveling with my loved ones a little for the holidays. Look at me, being intentionally vague for operational security. Ha.