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Honestly I just don't know what to blog about anymore. I want to go on my big vacation, but I'm half afraid the world is going to collapse while I'm disconnected.

It would be nice to know if I'm coming home to a smoldering ruin or not.

Fathers "day"

My kids aren't really old enough to do anything for fathers day yet (my oldest is 11, so while he can be creative, he doesn't have much in the way of means, nor has his mother been to a store since March. 2020 has been in interesting year to say the least). This means that pretty much everything is coming straight from my wife.


So for fathers day this year "my kids" got me some camping stuff. I'm excited for my trip to the boundary waters (unless civilization collapses first, fingers crossed), and this is only fanning the flames.

Chop chop

I managed to get a haircut. When I rolled in there, they pulled up my number and it said I hadn't been in since January. Fortunately it also said what my normal haircut was, which helps because six months later I forgot. I lost a wig's worth of hair. I can see without having to brush it away from my eyes. My post-shower towel is much drier than it used to be.

I turned 40 this past Sunday. I remember being very self conscious when I turned 30, but apparently it wasn't on my mind when I was blogging. I was apparently more willing to talk about getting my first smartphone. (Note: the LG Ally was a massive piece of crap) This time, it doesn't seem to bother me.

I guess I just have better things to worry about.

Santas year off

What war when?

Did anyone had "race war" in apocalypse bingo?

I guess after fire, pandemic, supply chain collapse, government-induced economic collapse, and murder hornets, this fits right in.