It is late, and it is snowing.  I’m watching old air force training films about what to do if my B-17 bomber has to ditch in the ocean, or the jungle, or the dessert.  

For the first time in a lot of years I didn’t buy a Christmas tree today. It’s the anniversary of my father’s death and they usually serve as a memorial. I’m not sure if I should feel bad. Mostly there’s an empty feeling.

What I’d really like is a glass of bourbon. The only liquor in the house is a bottle of white rum. I consider white rum suitable for cleaning greasy surfaces or fueling camp stoves.

This is amazing.  In the six years I’ve been on tumblr I’ve drawn portraits for about 40 different people. This is the first time anyone’s asked to draw ME!  Here I am looking jovial with my dear departed Sally cat.

Thank you @imnotespecial!    (These days she’s posting her illustrations here: https://www.facebook.com/porratatyana/  )

-It’s supposed to be extremely cold tonight, and though my back alone throws off enough heat to safely bake cupcakes (or brownies with slightly molten centers), I think I might wear my fuzzy socks to bed. There’s something vaguely satisfying about sleeping in socks.

-I’m switching between watching videos about making scones using 17th century technology and wildly divergent opinion pieces regarding greater geopolitical influences on the Syrian conflict.  Equal parts angst and comfort.

-I realize that both previous points included references to baked goods. It’s after midnight and I’m not going to fight it.

-I can hold a grudge for decades. Some might see this as unhealthy, but I like to think of it as a way to connect with myself at various points along my own timeline. The list is short, and it’s good to be able to revisit myself in previous circumstances just to confirm that yes, my intuition was right about so-and-so. Some people merit hating.

lachrimaestro:

A dramatic recitation.

1. You should adopt me as your grandfather.
2. This is the kind of stuff I actually keep in my head.
3. I only picked 3 minutes worth of highlights. Bear that in mind.
4. No copyright infringement intended. Nobody’s going to make money on this.
5. I’ll probably reblog this from myself later because there are four or five people who like it when I do this kind of thing.

  1. This still exists.
  2. I still have that shirt and wore it yesterday.
  3. I need some childlike wonder after the day I’ve had, so thank you @causenotsymptom for saving this in your drafts for several years and actually reblogging it.
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)

A friend had an extra ticket to a fancy beer-tasting event. It was very crowded with wealthy and who’s-who types.  I always feel like a bull moose in situations like this.  It’s not so much the crowds, but trying to move through them.

We were issued tickets for an appetizer or finger food. The woman next to me said this and I really had to bite my tongue to keep from responding with something lighthearted but snarky.  Like, it brought up the notion that she might have had small-batch hand-cut artisanal potato chips from a renowned vegan restaurant at some point that were substandard.  You can’t point these things out to people.