My manager told me he is having a hard time keeping up with the days. That’s the type of shit people say in jail. So for my manager, and let’s use some weak deductive reasoning, being stuck at home due to the coronavirus is like being in jail.
“You never really know what’s coming. A small wave, or maybe a big one. All you can really do is hope that when it comes, you can surf over it, instead of drown in its monstrosity.” – Alysha Speer
On the way to Shanghai, I had a layover in Dallas. I had been to Dallas one other time: training for a recruiting job in the electrical industry. It’s an unimportant fact, but one I thought about while sitting at the departure gate in Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport.
That’s not a picture of me. I figured having someone take a picture of me while teaching is braggadocios considering a) I’ve only been training for one week, b) I have only taught three classes and have plenty of room for improvement, and c) seriously, who does that?
There are a number of talking points from the 2020 WWE Royal Rumble. Edge is back and grey (and shredded as fuck)! Drew McIntyre won! Shayna Baszler almost won! I forget everything else that happened because it won’t matter in the end! But I want to talk about Naomi. Poor, stupid Naomi.
What you’re seeing is a picture of a relatively empty street in Chengdu, China. This is the street outside of my apartment. It is usually filled with pedestrians, cars, and more pedestrians. But not today.
Do people still watch Hard Knocks? I have an on-again, off-again relationship with the series. One where I’m fascinated by football culture but also turned off by how formulaic the show has become.
I’ve been playing The Sims 4 far too much the past few weeks. Aside from trying to give myself the life my real existence can’t, I find developer Maxis’ take on socialization fascinating.