Absolutely love winter. It’s my favorite time of the year. I like being inside when it’s cold and dark out. I like not sweating. Feels good man.

Absolutely detest switching back and forth between standard and DST. What a load of crap. Just pick one and be done with it.

My absolute favorite Rhys Darby appearance is X-Files Season 10 Episode 3, “Mulder and Scully Meet the Were-Monster”

Consider me excited.

Is the Italian place a lamp store?

I used to hate olives, along with a lot of other things. Peppers. Beans. Blue cheese. And I used to tell everyone about how much I disliked stuff.

But then I grew up. You don’t have to eat olives if you don’t want. But if you restrict your life to your little pre-approved list of acceptable foods, you’re missing out.

Life is short. Way too short. You don’t want to discover how delicious a dirty martini with blue cheese olives is when you’re old.

It even goes beyond this.

Everyone thinks they’re smarter than everyone else. Smarter than doctors, scientists, and engineers. Definitely smarter than whatever the political or ideological “other side” is.

It’s ruining our society. When George Carlin did his bit about “how stupid the average person is”, he forgot to mention how 99% of us assume we skew into the “smarter than average” side.

I can’t have conversations with people I used to respect, relatives, old friends, or even casual acquaintances without everyone blathering on about how stupid these people are or that group is. I hate it.

Me no lurk. Me comment.

Yup. The realization that we’re all just making it up as we go is when it happens. Welcome to adulting.

Yep. I sneezed and now my back hurts.

This is it. Paying bills? Nah. Owning property? Nope. The realization that there’s no such thing as an “adult”. BOOM. Now you’re an adult.

Yes and No. 48.

There was never a horizon or dividing line I crossed between youth and adult. It just happened.

I’m still the same person I was when I was 10/20/30/40. Still like cool things, still confused about why we’re all here.

Other than my body getting real creaky and doing all kinds of weird old things, the only real difference between youth and adult is the realization that this very thread addresses. We’re all just making it up as we go. There’s no such thing as “adult”. There’s no Council of Super-Smart People running the world.

The only thing that makes you an adult is the realization that you have to be the change you want to see in the world. That you have to be the super-smart person running things.

I also do this with emails at work all the time. I write a long detailed explanation of why something or someone is incorrect, then I realize clicking send will just cause me more hassle and I’m just working to get paid. It’s not really gonna make my job any harder if they continue to be wrong, so it’ll just sit there in drafts.