it is with deep sadness that, i wish to inform i lost my wife this week aged just 46 leaving myself (im 64) and two kids 8 and 16 you may see me fleetingly but probably not much for the next few weeks .
Although I've been wanting to get into this for a while now (but work and other distractions keep getting in the way), I'm going to make myself draw cover art and submit it to job boards. Hopefully if I hit home runs with my clients, I'll have consistent business with them, and they'll refer me to anyone they know. (Wishful thinking) it'd be awesome if I was hired by big-name rockstars for one of their future albums.
Some of my coworkers have been trying to push me to ask this one waitress out, and I told them that I'm not interested in her because of the age difference, among other reasons. However, the more I've gotten to know her, the more I realized that I hesitated expressing my feelings for her. Although I friendzoned her, hopefully she'll understand my opinion of her has changed.
Because my gym shoes are starting to get beat up from work, I'm going to take myself shoe shopping on Tuesday and get a few pairs of casual shoes
Update: Because size 14 shoes (or "gunboats" as my grandmother would call them) are becoming harder to find in most shoe stores these days, I managed to find one pair at a big and tall shop. I wonder how hard it is for Bigfoot to find shoes in his size?
While I have faith in cybersecurity experts, I was thinking about how FontOnLake could be turned into ransomware in the sense of demanding control over the grid. If hackers or the elite can control that, and introduce a social credit score, they can therefore bring an uninformed and unprepared population to their knees. While I'm not crapping my pants in fear over that, it's still a realistic possibility.
To make myself not become a victim of this FontOnLake Linux malware in the coming times, I've decided to gradually start living an off-grid lifestyle, because it forced me to realize that centralized infrastructures can fail in situations like these. I've been spending a portion of the day looking into how to do that, and some of it sounds feasible so far, but there's a lot I'll need to learn.
So because I ate small amount of fruit before taking my dad to the doctor this morning, Burger King decides to give me the finger by telling me that they stop serving breakfast around 11am. In other words, I can only have breakfast when THEY say I can. "Have it your way!" my anus!