2021 is almost over. Here’s a recap.

Well then. A couple drafts in the folder that I don’t really care to post, and 6 months since my last published post. You’d think this would be a long one, but I mean… not really.

So. Last post. Wednesday, 31 March, 2021. Two days later I get a text from mom, papa isn’t doing too well. He’s in the hospital and might not be around much longer. My first shot was later that day, so a lot of stressing and leaving work early and emergency planning/packing. Leave work, pack, go to the fairgrounds, get stabbed (so efficient!), and drive 4 hours to the hospital. My brother’s aunt runs the hotel in town so it was super cool to just open the door well past office hours and find a key and a comfy bed.

Wake up, go to the hospital, and spend all day just being present and in the moment. Said my see-ya-laters, I hate goodbyes, and left back for home. The village I live near has a traffic circle as you come into it, and as I was entering the vibe just completely changed. I can’t describe it. But the cats needed food and the grocery store was closing in 5 minutes, no time to analyze gotta feed the kitties. Get their food, head home, and get a call literally as I’m walking to the front door from mom. Papa passed away roughly at the same time as I was getting into the village. I’ll see you later, papa. Wish I had asked for a few more stories.

Well. Then we’re into April and for the resort that means it’s time for busy. Except we never really slowed down once we reopened last May so it was just more of the already more guests. Normal work bullshit. I did almost legitimately quit because of some intraoffice bullshit, but I was able to talk to the boss and we were able to work to help alleviate some of it. I’ve never had a boss that actually listened to me before. Like, I can put up with a lot of bullshit, but the fact that I let him know when I was at my absolute limit and him actually help make it better? There’s a reason I’ve worked with him for 8 years, and that responsiveness is definitely part of it. I know I can go onto bigger and better things, but why would I? I also have so many things that I just know that aren’t documented so I couldn’t in good conscience leave without getting all that written down. I like to joke that he only needs to be concerned when I start writing everything down.

May: The goal was to be fully inoculated on my birthday, but when I went to schedule my 2nd dose the only day available was going to make me fully done the day after my birthday. You know what? 13 days after 2nd dose is damn close enough, it’s still a win. Got my first unmasked haircut on my birthday. My hair designer was so sweet, she got me a cupcake with a candle 🙂 Cases were spiking here so I cancelled plans with friends to go out. We all work(ed) in hospitality and didn’t want to have bar staff have to be the bad guys about restrictions. It was all good, spent the evening at home playing video games, was still a good day. Went to Nevada for Mother’s Day and learned some unpleasant truths about my family. Guess I’m going to be on-call forever now.

June-September: Honestly all of it blurs together. Lots of guests, lots of bullshit/nonsense, so pretty much a standard summer. Maybe even more, to be honest, since groups were coming again. I think we’d only gone golfing as a team like twice.

Late September to now: Mom has a new boyfriend and I got to meet him. Didn’t want to like him off the bat, but I honestly really truly do. He’s funny, he helped me with my golf game (of course I was going to take him out), and he’s interesting. Even taught me a couple things about cars and you may not know this but I love learning new things. I got drunk one night and bought a new laptop that I’d been thinking about for a while. Typing this out on it now. Still upset that the fan in my laptop that’s only 2 years old isn’t really replaceable, and this thing is basically an iPad with a keyboard, but I’ve been thinking about getting a MacBook for a while now so I can’t be too mad at Drunk Joe for finally pulling the trigger.

Anyway, yeah. Couple significant events but other than that it’s just work work work. Somewhere in there I took a week off because my buddy took a week off (girlfriend was going out of town, he needed to focus on taking care of the doggos) and we just played video games the whole time. That was nice. I should be well on my way to being almost done with the light show but I haven’t even finished setting up the visualizer. So there’s that added stress. I’m also trying to record the whole process and maybe make a video showing how the whole thing gets set up. So if I get that done it’ll be nice.

I usually add some headers and GIFs and fun things but honestly not really feeling it. Might edit later. Probably not.

Y’all stay safe, hug your loved ones and pets, and don’t be afraid to be weird.


Y’all. I’m going to cry.

Today a little before noon I was in the main building at work looking at a thing that needed fixing, I couldn’t remember the exact problem so I was checking Outlook on my phone. I had two unread messages, which was weird because when I left my office I only had one and I knew what it was. Personal mailbox was all read, IT inbox had that one that I didn’t want to open, all that was left was my Gmail that I learned I could add just a few days ago. I check my Gmail, and it’s a message from the local health system saying that I’m invited to schedule an appointment for my first vaccine shot.

Boring story short, I made the appointment on the only day available to me at a time where I’d be able to get to the place after work since I’m the only IT guy on property and can’t really leave early.

This is 3 days earlier than the last update I saw, which is still two months earlier than I was told previously.

This means if I get the second dose exactly three weeks to the day later, two weeks to the day later is my birthday and I can celebrate it with friends (socially distanced and masked) in public. Thankfully my two favorite places to celebrate have had outside seating even before all this, and one has fires. Which is good because early May is still really chilly at night.

I’m honestly really afraid I’m going to cry when I get the shot because even though I’ve been pretty okay through this whole thing since I play video games with friends online anyway, it’s still been rough. My only in-person interaction is at work but I tend not to stay in one place longer than needed because there’s just so much to do. Chatting with friends over PSN or Discord is nice because we get to do stuff together, but it’s really not the same. I live alone. Humans are social animals. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen my best friend in the last 12 months.

We’re so close. I just want to see people again and do stuff. As soon as you’re eligible and invited (“invited” sounds so strange… “as soon as the health systems tell you it’s your turn” is closer, but still not quite right…) get your shot. The sooner we all get it done the sooner we can safely get back together. I want to go to a bar one night and not have to worry about accidentally killing my older or immunocompromised coworkers the next day, or my family. I can go do stuff again. I can see my family. My cousin just had a baby, I can congratulate him in person.

That’s it. I’m excited that life can go back to normal sooner than expected and that I don’t really have to be completely alone again for my birthday.

Stay safe. We’re almost there.

Spring Break Vacation

Wow. Two months. I made a draft a month ago being like “wow it’s been a whole month” and never posted it, but thought I had so I was like no big deal it’s been a month. Nope. Two of ’em. Oops.

Before Vacation

I don’t really remember what happened the last two months, so here’s an update on the Joe Front.

Work has been kind of crazy, lots of things happening, almost quit, didn’t.

The Friday before last I was playing Enigmatica 6 (modded Minecraft) with a streamer and accidentally spilled half my glass of wine on my very nice mechanical keyboard. Wiped most of it up, kept playing, everything was fine. Monday morning when I signed on to my work computer (share the nice keyboard between the work and personal ones), the keys were sticky and the lights wouldn’t turn on when I pressed keys. Even the Num/Caps/Scroll lights. Well that’s fine, I don’t really need lights. Let’s just clean off the sticky keys and we be good yeah?

No. Even after I popped off all the keys they’d still stick. Looks like the wine got into the switch itself, and it’s one of those that you can’t just replace the switch. So I bought a new one! This one has brown switches instead of blue (here’s how I learned the difference), so I still get the nice tactile feedback but it’s not annoyingly loud. Still a bit noisy, but I don’t want to stab myself while using it.

The boys and I downloaded Elder Scrolls Online and have been doing that for a couple weeks now. Yesterday I hit level 50 which is where you then level up with Champion Points and the game gets a lot less grind-y, and it was like a weight was lifted off my chest. Finally! I can run around and do stuff and actually feel like I’m making progress! Today I hit Champion level 100, only 60 left before the loot stops leveling up and then I really can just do what I want in the game without worrying about having the right gear for a fight.


My friend’s girlfriend was going out of town to see her family, and they got a new dog that needs a lot of one-on-one attention so he was going to take time off work to play games and focus on the dog. I said I’d do it, too, so he’d have someone to play with. All my big projects at work are done, we’re in shoulder season, it’s a lot easier to take time off now and not feel bad about it. From Thursday to today we played ESO, Apex Legends, and Rocket League all day; stopping only for animal care and food. Didn’t realize it was Spring Break, so I do feel like a little bit of an ass but not too much. I rarely take PTO for fun. Treat yo’ self.

The goal of the Epic Gaming Weekend™ was to get us to level 50 in Elder Scrolls and also work on the grind to Predator rank in Apex. ESO was the only one that happened. Since we (the three of us) have played ESO almost exclusively for three weeks we all collectively have gotten worse at Apex. They’re going to read this and feign outrage, but it’s true: boys, we got worse. Apex is stressful, while ESO you can just vibe and do quests. I’m sure we’ll get back to it and find a nice balance between our favorite games, but for now we’re chillin’ in Tamriel.

On Saturday I got 7 Days To Die for PC and started a new world with the streamer from earlier and her husband. I played it before on PlayStation but it is so much different on PC! Not just the controls, I’ve played Minecraft for years on PC, but the experience overall. I’m either terrible gaming on the computer or I’m just not good at shooty games with a mouse. I’m having a great time playing with them (both 7DTD and Enigmatica), they’re helping me get better at games I don’t usually play on the computer, and it’s a pretty fun group of people to hang out with.

It’s been a nice few days to just unplug from work and just veg out. I have to get back to the real world in the morning, not looking forward to that. Good news is tomorrow is a work from home day so I don’t have to put pants on.


Eh. I know I said I’d stop this section, and when I get to once- or twice-weekly posts I might, but this is a good catch-all for random things.

Why did this section get longer than the rest. Oi. Feel free to skip, it’s more stream-of-consciousness than normal. I’ll add memes to balance it out.

This is the first real thing I’ve done with the new keyboard besides play 7DTD, gotta say I like it a lot. Definitely quieter, but I’m making a lot of typos. Not sure if that’s just me being me or if I’m pressing buttons differently with the new switch types. Blame the user.

I figured out that weird throat thing. The other day at work I was taking a thing of cardboard out to the recycling, the wind picked up and kinda wrenched my body which tweaked my neck (also my old pillows weren’t helping). The next few days while it figured itself out I was coughing, constantly clearing my throat, and I also couldn’t look left or right. Now that my neck is feeling better I’m not coughing or clearing my throat as much. I also switched to a different pillow Megan gave me. Not sure if I’m back to pre-Montana throat feels or just pre-cardboard, all I know is my neck and throat feel better. After I get my shot I might just go see a chiropractor, make sure things are lined up correctly.

Speaking of the shot, turns out I’m considered a frontline worker because I’m in IT at a resort with restaurants. Covered by three categories. Yeah I can do a lot of my job remotely, but there’s a bunch of stuff you need to have hands on. Server won’t come back up after a reboot? Need to physically go poke it. Printer on a POS not working? There’s only so many things you can ask a busy F&B manager to do before you just need to get it in your hands. Cut fiber? Get your shovels, boys.

I’m in Oregon so the “frontline” group (phase 1b group 7, click the distribution plan link there) is only a couple weeks ahead of all 16+, but starting on Monday I have a chance to get an appointment! I’m beyond excited. Not sure which one I’ll be getting (all are good) but the possibility of not having to spend my birthday alone again is so freeing. My friends who don’t have the option to work remotely (front desk, housekeeping, F&B, etc.) y’all go ahead, I can wait my turn. IT is farther down the list and by all means you all deserve it before me.

I can’t wait to go do stuff again without worrying about getting myself or others sick. Browse in the store instead of getting in and out? You bet! Drink at the pub after a rough week? Hell yeah I’m buying this time (once all of us in IT have the jab I flat-out said I’d be buying shots for us). Movie and marg night? IT’S BACK THE HELL ON!!! Depending on when me and my friends get the jab I might either host a small gettogether on my porch with a fire (probably not, I need to buy a weed-eater still) for my birthday, but more likely we’ll head to the cigar bar since it’s outside, has fires, and a raspberry ale.

A’ight. Enough of the rambling. See you next time!

On Jury Duty

As I mentioned in a previous post, I was finally selected for jury duty! I’m one of those weirdos who actually has been looking forward to jury duty for quite some time. It’s our civic duty. As an IT guy my job is to help others, so helping my community by serving on a jury was the next logical step. I’ve been looking forward to this since I was 18, and at almost 30 it was about damn time to be called!

I wish I knew how to make my own GIFs because I couldn’t find the one of Stan Smith (American Dad) walking up for jury duty.

Jury duty in The Time Of COVID

One of my coworkers has served on a jury like five times, so as soon as I responded to the summons she was the first one I needed to talk to. What do I bring? What do I expect? Where do I park?!

She didn’t have all the answers I was looking for, so I checked out the jury site for my county. They also didn’t really have the answers I wanted (do I need to bring a pen and paper for notes?

The two weeks of disapointment

Full disclosure: I started writing this post in August when I was summoned.
Spoiler: never got to serve.

The first Friday I was supposed to call in, I was actually at a park with Best Frand for a socially-distanced bike ride. That was a lot of fun. We had to wait until the voicemail was updated before we could start because I was just so excited to be called in. I got ADHD-brain halfway through so I had to listen to it again, and then when I got home that night listened to it one more time just to be sure. No orientation for me. Oh well.

Because I over-think everything, I hit the Googles again and found there was a web version of the voicemail. Finally! Government is modernizing! So that tab was to be never closed. My routine for the next two weeks was every morning, even weekends, open that tab on my phone, refresh, and look for my number. It never appeared.

There was one day where I woke up at 7:45 (working from home day), juror call time was 8:00, I live 20 minutes from the courthouse, and as soon as I saw the time I was in a BLIND PANIC until I saw I wasn’t called. I’ll say this was the only time I was relieved I wasn’t being called in.

Afterwards and reflections

While I was pretty disappointed I didn’t have to go in, it was at the same time a blessing. For two weeks I got to push projects and meetings back because I had no idea if I was going to be in the office. Pushy vendor wanted to schedule some mind-numbing call to talk about their latest features? Sorry, I’ve been called for jury duty and don’t know if I can make it. Department wants to schedule time to come and fix a problem? Sorry, jury duty, but hey let’s ask one of the other guys to do it.

So there you go. Now I have to wait two more years before I can be called again.

Holy schnikes, I posted 12 days ago?!?! I could have sworn it was last weekend.

Further proof that time does not exist in the COVID times. This last week and a half-ish I’ve been going to my aunt’s place to feed her cat while she’s away. She keeps thanking me for doing that, and I’m like “I should be thanking you for an excuse to put on pants and get out of the house every day.”

He’ll squeak at me when I pull up, I got head bonks the other night, we have our own routine I hang out at least until he’s done eating wet food, we’ll hang and he gets scritches, or sometimes he does the 500-point Kitty Inspection of my car. Usually when he’s done eating he fucks right off and does Cat Stuff, so I leave. Hey bud if you don’t wanna hang today that’s fine. But yeah, Geoffrey George Kitty Mow is a pretty cool cat, I like when I get to feed him 😊

Slowly getting back into the swing of regularly scheduled posts, thank you for reading!

What a whirl

In this blog post, I talk about the last few months of my life. Also, according to WordPress statistics, it’s been over 5 months since my last post, and only 20% of you are subscribed. Click that subscribe button, it’s free, and you can unsubscribe at any time if you change your mind.

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Seriously, dude. I’ve watched SO MUCH Dream and Technoblade the last few months. It may or may not have taken a toll on my psyche.

Send help.

I’m never going to be a famous YouTuber. Bruuuuuhhhhhh

Quick shoutout

Speaking of YouTube: I’ve barely used Netflix or Hulu the last couple months, instead watching YouTubers. So beyond Dream and Technoblade, I’ve started watching Markiplier (how have I sat so long on this, he’s great! AND EXISTS) and just tonight came across Kitboga.

I can’t believe it took me this long to watch Markiplier’s vids, I think he and his friends are great! I think Bob and I would get along great, maybe Wade, too.

But Kitboga, riding this train right now, doing God’s work scamming the scammers. I’m like 6 videos in right now, and I’m having the best time. I can’t really fault anyone for doing what they need to do to survive, but my god do the scammers deserve every bit of harassment. I did improv for a few years, I don’t think I could ever get to the same level as him.

Future Joe here: I’ve been writing this post off and on for the last couple days. FULLY on board the Kitboga-train. Choo choo.

Some Catch-up

Okay. My last update was August. What a whirl.

August and September, kind of a blur. We (my department) had adopted one-guy-at-a-time schedules, so I didn’t see anyone. I’ve had that weird lump in my throat since July (makes me clear my throat a lot, generally uncomfortable), which combined with rising risk sent us all home.

October: more IT work, some Traditions programming.

November: IT work, Traditions programming, and Traditions setup.

Early December: Spending nearly every night at Traditions. Big Boss came one night, saw the throng of unmasked people, immediately suspended the show. I got my life back.

Late December / Early January: I’ve gotten my life back. I am free to play video games, sleep in, and just sort of hang out. It’s nice. With only being in the office two days a week, I only need to shower a couple times a week, otherwise jam-jams all day! The downside of having my life back is I switched back to my broken recliner and now I fall asleep in it a lot. Not ideal. The last two weeks I’ve fallen asleep in my chair, woken up around 5, and then either can’t go to sleep or can’t risk it so I end up staying awake forever. Not. Ideal.

Death and the Avoidance Thereof

In November, Megan said goodbye to Booboo Fish Brains. She deserves her own post, I’ve been feeling guilty for not doing the same as quickly as I put up Doodoo’s, but… Life. Joojoo Bean was my baby. At one point when we lived together we decided I’d take her with me when I moved. That didn’t happen, Megan moved first, but Bobo was my baby. Cranky ol’ bitch. This will all be its own post. See you later, Bijou.

For the “avoidance thereof” portion, I have a family member who has reached out several times to come visit. Another family member isn’t doing very well, they had a mini-stroke the other day, and are forgetting things and people. Were we not in the midst of a GLOBAL PANDEMIC, I’d be over there to say my seeyas, while they still remember me. I work with the public and live in a county 3x the population of that county, my family member is EXTREMELY high risk, and I refuse to be the reason for their death. I live alone and haven’t even seen my best friend at a distance in 4 months, but I am taking zero chances. Family member is a tough ol’ coot, they’ll last a couple more months until I can get vaccinated and reduce the risk.

I slept weird last night (another chair night) so today I’ve had this weird ear thing, and the throat thing came back. Like I have a cat hair stuck in my throat. I probably do. No fever, no loss of taste/smell, so I’m sure I’m fine.

Future Joe here again: Yep, I’m fine. I’m pretty sure that the ear and throat thing was a combination of sleeping in my recliner and a couple of my new masks are too tight and pulling my ears forward.

Regardless. It’s irresponsible for two people who work in the public to interact with an extremely high risk person.


I wasn’t going to continue this section, it’s always felt like Too Much. Since it’s been a few months it’s probably not the worst thing to include.

Right now I’m in a weird sleep schedule. If I could stop falling asleep in my recliner I’d be able to get to bed on time. But I do, and then I don’t.

The last couple weeks I’ve played Cards Against Humanity and some Jackbox Party Packs. One round of Jackbox I fell dead asleep. Woke up 4 hours later, still in the Discord call, everybody gone, and only a couple hours until I needed to start work.

My day-to-day isn’t very exciting, even less than when I was furloughed. I either walk 20’ to my desk, or drive into the office. Either way, I’m alone. The two days a week I go in, if I have to go desk-side to fix a problem it’s the highlight of my week.

Started playing games with bestie and her friends over Discord. Among Us is hella fun, we’ve also been playing Cards Against Humanity and now some Jackbox. What a nice way to get some social interaction.

I took Turnip back to the vet in September (?) and his bladder stones are gone. Huzzah! He still needs to eat special food to keep everything balanced, but this food is much easier to obtain. Plus with the stones gone, if I don’t have enough food for him then I can give him normal kitty food for a little bit without having to worry too much about him getting sick again. He gets a little can of special wet food, and now half a cup of special dry food. That’s a lot of food. And yet he still yells at me at 6 for food. Homie. You’re eating a lot. Chill. The. Fuck. Out.

To kind of wrap this all up, I finally got my Bluetooth keyboard working again, been writing this on the iPad for a couple days now. Even worse than furlough the day-to-day has been pretty monotonous. Doom-scroll through Reddit/News/CovidActNow, watch some streamers, go to bed at some point. I can’t wait for things to go back to normal in the next few months. I miss nouns.

Now that I have a keyboard again for the iPad and I don’t need to move my keyboard and mouse from the work computer to the home computer (shares the same monitor), maybe I’ll be a little bit better getting posts out. And maybe I’ll find a topic I can talk about that isn’t a blog post. Gotta get that AdSense revenue, bb!!!


Daisy: The Goodest Dog Ever

Megan and I lived together for about six years. I have adopted her into my family, she is my sister, and I love her and her sister very much. We haven’t always gotten along, but at the end of the day we both love each other very much. Like family.

She has three dogs: Mika Sassafrass, Daisy May, and Bijou Bean. When I moved in, the girls were 5, 4, and 3, respectively. Mika just turned 14 a couple weeks ago, so the girls are all pretty old. This post is about Daisy. The goodest dog.

I moved in with Megan shortly after I was supposed to graduate in 2009. We worked together, we had mutual friends, she was pretty awesome. The first thing she asked me to do was watch the dogs so she could go to California for her nephew’s birth. The fact that she trusted me enough to watch her dogs really set the tone for our relationship. This was when I got to meet all the girls and they immediately stole my heart. I would say that Bijou was my favorite because she was the beta/baby. While that’s true, Daisy always had a special place because she was so… indifferent? Aloof? She did what she wanted, and that was mostly just chill on the couch or play with her rope toys.

Daisy has always been that dopey dog that is secretly really smart. Always down to lay on the couch and cuddle, but actually wants to play all the time. Which makes sense, she’s a pit bull, and they have lots of energy as terriers. You couldn’t sit on the couch without her big stupid head laying on you, but you’d also probably have to throw her toy.

I don’t really know how to describe just how good of a dog Daisy is. She more or less would listen when you called her, she would be stubborn when she really wanted to do something, but always seemed to know what you wanted her to do and would do it. And always down for kisses.

Last fall, Bijou started having lots of problems. Her hips were giving out, kidneys were starting to fail, she had no teeth left… Bijou was getting old and would likely be gone soon. Megan brought Bijou down for best frand’s wedding so I could say goodbye. Lockdown happened, and towards the middle of June she texted me and said Daisy wasn’t doing good and I needed to come up. Mika and Bijou were the two that weren’t doing good, nobody expected Daisy to be the first to go. So I went. I spent three days up there, and got to say goodbye to one of my favorite dogs.

I got a text this Wednesday saying that Daisy entered the end stage of renal failure and was going to sleep on Friday.

Daisy, I love you and your big stupid head. I am so glad we got to spend part of our lives together, and I can’t wait to see you later. You be a good girl. I’ll see you in a while. I love you.

Sorry this is so disorganized and doesn’t make a lot of sense. I went up to Montana to say goodbye, so we all knew this was coming, but at the same time it was unexpected. Having a hard time sorting things out.

I’m hurting, but I can only imagine what Megan is feeling. Love you, sis. You did the right thing. It sucks, but now she’s not hurting. We’ll see her later.

Hug your pets, people. Their lives are short, but their impacts last a lifetime.

The Return to Normal

First off, I do apologize for being away for so long. My original goal was to take a week or two off so I could get back into the swing of things at work and figure out some good content instead of the same drivel I was pumping out during lockdown.

JennaMarbles says it better than me:

“Black Lives Matter. And it shouldn’t be controversial to say that.”

JennaMarbles – Bunny Eating Things Politely

When I got back to work, the BLM protests over George Floyd and countless others came to a head and as a white guy I figured I would take a step back and give room for POC to make their voice heard. So I didn’t post anything anywhere. I was still on Facebook and saw sides of some people that I had never seen before, and that really caused me to further retreat from the Internet. I unfriended a lot of people I thought I knew, and eventually stopped going on there. Jenna held out longer than me, so huge props to her. It’s hard being in such a toxic environment. So to my POC friends, colleagues, acquaintances, even those I haven’t talked to in a while: I hear you, I am listening, and will help you however I can. I am beyond outraged, and can’t believe that this shit is still happening.

I was raised to believe everybody was equal, no matter their color, religion, or anything. Treat everyone the same as you would like to be treated. The fact that there’s still racism, sexism, xenophobia, and discrimination in fucking 2020 is beyond unacceptable and goes against everything I believe in. If you believe in or engage in that behavior, fuck you. I want nothing to do with you, and you have no place in society. No. Place. In. Society. It’s not a political stance, you’re a fucking asshole, you need to go away and never come back.

Quick Catch-up

I’m a little riled up from what was supposed to just be a quick intro, so here’s a very quick overview of life since my last post almost three months ago.

  • The first couple weeks of work honestly felt like I was on task force. How do I triage the current status, what are the fires that need to be put out, what needs to be done to get this department back up to 100%. We’re at a better spot now, but having projects put on hold for two months is kinda crappy now that all the vendors are coming back, guests are returning, and business still needs to happen.
  • I finally got through AdSense. I was denied because I don’t have original content on here. Excuse me?! The last time I tried to run ads I had just synced WordPress with my Tumblr feed, so yeah, not a lot of original content. This time, it’s ALL ME! How more original do you need?! Whatever. Probably some SEO problems that I gave up on very early on. Will adjust, and hopefully get a couple bucks eventually.
  • I went to Montana to visit my sister and say goodbye to Daisy. This will be another post.
  • Soon as I returned from Montana I had a COVID scare. Still kind of happening, but this again needs to be its own post.
  • Best frand has been coming out here once in a while to do yard work. She lives in an apartment so it’s been nice for me to have some company all the way out here, and for her to be able to do stuff.
  • Mom came to visit for a couple hours. That was nice. Turneep remembered her, and he absolutely ADORES HER, so that was nice for him too.
  • I had a hilarious incident with my hair. I have pictures. This’ll need to be its own post. Too funny.
  • I quit school. Got a couple emails saying I was approaching my loan limit due to the number of credits I’d earned. Since I got nothing done during lockdown, and with the amount of work I had once I got back to work (plus my projects that I knew I was going to have), I figured the best course of action was to withdraw, save up some money, and pay for the last few classes with cash. I just want to be done with this damn degree, but I already have a job in my desired field (and the years to back it up) so I can take a break and finish it when I am able.
  • Ran out of things to watch online, somehow stumbled upon an old subscription. SuperCarlinBros. J looks like me, Ben looks like my friend Ben… we all even have similar quirks and idiosyncrasies. It’s been a month and I’m still reeling.
  • Visited my aunt, helped with some computer problems, talked for a while.
  • An old theatre friend came down this week. Had some food and then walked 7 miles just catching up. My legs still hurt (did the whole thing in flip-flops, bad idea)
  • This Friday after work I washed off my bike and went to a park with the best frand to run her dog. I’m almost 30 but still ride a bike like I’m in my teens. That’s all great, and I had a great time, but my butt HURTS. Keep thinking I’ve been sitting too much or something wrong with how I’m sleeping, but no. It was messing around on a bike for three hours. And we all know that now the bike is in my car it will stay there for MONTHS. We’re looking forward to some rides before the weather goes south.
  • I bought a printer. This is one of the lamest things, but it deserves at least a section of a post. More to come.
  • I was finally selected for jury duty! I am beyond excited! Definitely its own post. Because my excitement is completely absurd.


This hasn’t been a very informative post. Now that I’m a little more willing to be online I can expand on what I touched on above. I have a bunch of posts to catch up on, so that’ll all be coming soon.

Despite Everything That Has Been Going On, since returning to work it’s felt more normal, which has been a great thing for my mental health. Yeah, I can’t go out and do stuff, and when I see other people there’s stuff that needs to be observed, but I still get to leave the house every once in a while and I’m not as anxious to be out and about. Obviously more on this later.

It’s good to be back online, even in a different capacity than before.
Thanks for being here.

The Return To Work

Wow. It’s only been four days since my last post. Or three. Counting is hard. That’s why I work with computers: they do all the counting for me.


Friday was my first day back. The boss had worked 8 weeks straight so he wasn’t coming in. Fair. Take your time off, dude, you need it.

We had a handful of outlets all opening at the same time, so my entire day was literally handling password resets, reconfiguring things, and plugging stuff in. So like a normal day, but alone, and with enough volume to feel like high-peak summer.

Friday was a doozy of a day as a first day back. Didn’t get the things done I needed to. I texted the boss and was like “you did this for 8 weeks?! Take MORE time off, you earned it!”

I stayed later than normal mostly because by after 5 the calls slowed down and I could get to work on what I needed to do, but also because I had decided that this was going to be a pizza day and their line was busy. Soon as I could get through, shut everything down and go home.


Nothing of consequence happened on Saturday. My shopping window for Imperfect Foods opened Friday afternoon, so later in the day Saturday I picked what I wanted. Was able to score some zucchini, pretty stoked to grill some up because it’s so delicious when it’s grilled.

Did some more stuff for work. We implemented some safety policies for guests and associates so I needed to find a way to make that happen easily. Built a report and instructions on how to carry that out. Also installed updates and rebooted almost a third of the servers. Not a bad day from my pajamas.


Finished rebooting things at 1 or 2 in the morning, had too many glasses of vino, fell asleep in my non-reclining chair. Woke up around 5 or 6 and moved to my actual bed.

And then the phone calls started. Turns out a bunch of services on a high-priority system don’t start even though they’re supposed to. Yay. Five calls later, I finally get the right things started and people can do their jobs. Cool. Back to sleep.

Eventually woke up around noon. Went back to the chair I fell asleep in just hours before and lost track of time in various apps on my phone. Next thing I know, it’s 6 and I’m finally hungry. I also haven’t had any water.

Drink some water, eat a thing. Good.

And then it wasn’t. I’m not sure what happened, but it felt like I swallowed a cat hair. Couldn’t clear my throat effectively, which made me cough, and when I coughed it was hard enough to make me want to puke.

Oh no.

Drank some more water, but apparently I drank too much because then my stomach started to hurt and I really felt like I had to puke when I coughed.

Wait a second. Coughing? Feeling like you have to puke? Joe, you dumbass… you’re dehydrated. Why do you keep doing this to yourself.


Woke up this morning, still felt like I had a cat hair in my throat. But it wasn’t too bad. My stomach hurt a little bit like I was dehydrated, but again not too bad. Get in to work, we’re good.

Knocked out a fair bit of work today. I track my tasks by time, and my time spent on tasks doesn’t look good. But I actually got a lot done. So metrics really aren’t the real way to measure productivity. Because you could be like me and forget to start the timer, or are not actively working on a task but are instead reading things that help you do your job.

I was gone for two months! A lot has changed, and I need to get caught back up! My productivity percentage only really matters to me; I have a goal that on average more than half my time working is spent on tasks. 50% productivity sounds terrible, but I read an article somewhere that employees are generally only 40% productive. Once I get back into my groove, that number is easily 60-90%. Gotta leave time for lunch and bathroom breaks and a little socializing.

Socializing. That’s a weird thing now. The last two work days I’ve been alone in the office. It’s hard to chat with the accounting team because they have their doors closed so they don’t have to wear their masks. I can’t just go on walkabout because we all still need to limit contact with others.

Got lunch at one of the golf courses today. Cheeseburger and fried green beans! I love these fried green beans. It’s like eating a vegetable, but actually delicious. The burgers are objectively bad: greasy, crappy bun, not very fancy… but that’s exactly why I love them. In a business that deals in being fancy and pretentious, these are exactly that: just a good old-fashioned burger. Yeah, I’ll eat pretentious food. I like food. But that’s not me. What you see is what you get. Give me your crappiest burger and I’m going to love it. Even at McDonald’s, I prefer their $0.70 burgers over the more expensive Big Mac or Angus burgers. Simple.

One of the things I did today was move six boxes of toilet paper around. Got a little short of breath. Then I went up a flight of stairs to get sanitizing solution. Out of breath. I was ready to panic, because with the coughing and now the out of breath now I’m starting to fit some symptoms of the virus; but A) I hate stairs because they’re evil, and B) I moved 1-2k steps max for two months. Any sort of physical activity is going to make me breathless. And still slightly dehydrated. Stop overthinking things, Joe.

Still feel like I have a hair in my throat no matter how much water I drink. Definitely coughing less than yesterday, so maybe another night’s sleep will clear that out.


It’s nice to be back to doing stuff. It was a little weird to work a day, then back to pajamas, and then back to work. The boss and I are in the office together tomorrow, it’ll be cool to figure out a schedule again. We gonna do every other week or split the week up? Two days alone, one together, two at home?

The other night I looked at getting a Tesla car. Joe. You don’t need a Tesla. Yes, they’re cool, but you don’t have a car payment right now, why do you want to start having one?

I do eventually want to create a new category and post things in it, but I’m not sure what to write about. I did pretty okay with the blog, I think, but now I need to expand upon that.

The app I use to track sleep will record me when I snore. Found that out today. It’s the funniest thing I’ve heard. Also, apparently when I listen to Welcome To Night Vale as I doze off, the app thinks that’s me snoring so I have little 15 second clips of WTNV. I have a little weird pain in my shoulder area, which really tells me it’s time to get new pillows.

Okay, I’ve had a glass of wine, working on my 3rd Hydro Flask of water for the day (gotta keep way ahead of this dehydration thing, I’m so tired of feeling like crap, might pick up some Pedialyte tomorrow). I’m thinking a weekly blog post and maybe another post with some more content that isn’t just my running commentary.

Day 56 of 56: Preparation

You guys.

I did it.

I blogged every day of my work closure.

I. Did. It.

I wasn’t terribly interesting most days. A lot of that is because, you know, quarantine. The rest of it is because I kind of live my life in a rut. I’m fine with that, I know what I like and just do that.

For those of you that stuck with me through this challenge, thank you. Things should get more interesting from here on out.


A lot of today was spent on Facebook, like normal, and watching YouTube (read: on in the background). Again, like normal. But now it’s time for a different normal. For tomorrow, you see, is the day I go back to work.

I did watch the governor’s press conference today. Her mask was the state flag and I thoroughly enjoyed that. As she read off the list of counties in Oregon that can open tomorrow, she also had a huge smile. We did it, Oregon. Now we just need to keep being smart to prevent a second wave. Or at least make the second wave as small as possible.

I did a load of towels today. Normally, that wouldn’t be anything to write about, but I have a ventless dryer. It’s actually a washer/dryer combo which is awesome. They’re made for places that are small, like RV’s, tiny homes, and apartments. I actually have enough space to get full size machines, but not having a dryer vent to clean was a pretty big selling point. Anyway, since it’s an all-in-one you don’t have to move your clothes between washing and drying.

So I throw in the towels (heh), they wash, it clicks and tells me it’s time to add my static sheet thing and do that, and then literally five hours later it tells me it’s done drying. Cool. Now I can take a shower! Only I go to get a towel out and they all were stuck to the drum from the spin cycle. Even with my dryer balls which I had always thought would grab and get them off the drum. Not only were they crunchy from being dried on the drum, they were still wet in most spots! NO! Okay long story short, I just dried them again, everything’s fine. You didn’t come here to read about towels. That was two weeks ago. Missed my opportunity.

When I took my shower, for whatever reason I also laid out my clothes for tomorrow. Like it’s my first day of school. To be honest, now that I think about it, it’s kind of adorable.

My out-of-office turned off at 5 today, and in honor of that I moved my email and other work things back to the home screen on my phone. I turned the badges back on for email, and it said 120 unread. Cool! That’s like a day or two of normal summer! 120 in two months?! And then I remembered that phones don’t sync your entire mailbox, just the last couple weeks. Uh oh. I’m being a good employee and leaving it all for tomorrow when I’m actually allowed to work again. That’ll be fun.


It’s been over three months since I last had a haircut. My hair grows fast. I know it’s time to get a cut when I go to style it and it’s just Too Much. That’s at about 3-4 weeks. Well, now my hair is super long. My glasses keep falling off, stuff is touching my ears, that god-damned duck tail… I promised myself I wouldn’t, but today I just cut it.

Marcy, I love you, please don’t kill me.

I won’t even comment how many trash bags I went through before I figured out how to use it as a cape. I swear I’m smart.

So the back in the picture looks bad, but it’s mostly the lighting, my cowlick, and my hair color. When I feel it, it feels fine. Cowlick is still pretty long, but it’s hard to find the line behind your head and I’m also afraid to cut the cowlick too short because then I turn into Alfalfa. I also cut around my ears really weird, hoping my glasses will hide that.

Absolutely no way was I going to touch the top. I might be changing my hairstyle, so for now it can just be crazy. Plus everyone’s got crazy quarantine cuts. I’ve reached that level of I don’t care that I think is healthy.

Mildly related: my hair is a lot more brown in the sink than it is on my head. What’s up with that?

I thought I would be ready for a pro haircut tomorrow; turns out when I had the opportunity I couldn’t do it. Maybe during Phase 2 in a couple weeks, but right now I just can’t bring myself to do it. Although logically if I were to get an appointment tomorrow (not that I can do it now that I know I’m working tomorrow) that would be the least amount of risk. In that vein, if I wait a couple weeks, the chance could be much higher. I’m just going to play it by ear. Crappily-edged ear.

Daily Reflections

This is the last daily reflections I’ll be doing until the next time I decide to do a blog-a-day challenge. Maybe for Christmas. We’ll see.

Yeah, I’m an IT guy, but I also work at a resort. The governor is still urging people to stay home, but you know peeps be wantin’ to travel. So while my job doesn’t involve me working closely with others, I still have to interact with people who do. I don’t know quite how to describe how I feel. I’m glad and grateful that I get to go back to work, but I’m also a little terrified. I know we’re all going to do all the right things. We haven’t worked for two months so of course we’re going to protect ourselves, others, and our guests. It’s still just scary. I don’t think that fear will really go away until there’s a vaccine. I try to keep it under the surface because living in fear isn’t a way to live, but you can’t forget it’s there.

In my Imperfect Food order I bought two sirloin steaks. They’re a lot smaller than the ones I get at the store, but hey why not? Tried my hand at making a carne asada marinade since I have lemons and limes, and it didn’t turn out too bad. A little too citrus-y, but that’s fine. I also cut up the last of my garlic, and not enough of it stuck to the steak so I missed out on that flavor. I have notes for next time. I cooked both of them tonight, so tomorrow I can have one for lunch with salad. Steak salad, baby!!!

Okay, it’s now after midnight. Still calling the “it’s the same day for me so the actual time doesn’t matter” play. But, the office opens at 8 and I need to go to bed.

Good night. Thanks for reading. I’m going to take the next couple days off and work on actual good content. We’ll all be better off with that.


Day 55 of 56: Self-Care

Y’all. I feel so much better.


I think I wrote about how I lost my nail clippers and how I’ve been slowly losing my mind. Maybe that was only on Facebook, I can’t be bothered to check old posts. Regardless, a couple weeks ago I bumped into my side table by my chair and knocked a bunch of stuff off. One of the missing items were my nail clippers.

My house is messy, I know this, and cluttered, it’s my weakness. But these damn clippers were NOWHERE. I checked under the chairs, under the couches, and even under my desk. Nothing. Okay, maybe I was responsible and put them in the bathroom or a drawer or somewhere else stupid. Nope.

There’s been a post circulating the last couple days about how everyone pretty much has a junk drawer. I had checked that a few days ago, but I checked it again today. STILL NOPE.

Then I remembered that I had a mug at one point with a bunch of pens and random stuff. Couldn’t find that, but while looking for that I remembered that I haven’t unpacked from when I moved two and a half years ago and my old junk drawer had its own box. SCORE!

My nails got so long, y’all. Finger nails, not so bad / manageable, but my toenails were gross. Almost to the point where I was going to cut myself. It’s been a stressor. I was almost to the point of using scissors. So while I didn’t find the good clippers that are still missing, thanks to my laziness I was able to find the crappiest pair of clippers on the planet and cut my nails!

It was an instant wave of relief. It’s kind of hard to describe, but it’s like my toes can breathe again. I know that’s weird, that’s just how they feel.


I almost cut my hair today. I’ve been mulling it over for a while now, but last night I found an almost #4 guard for my trimmer. Almost certain I wrote about this last night. There’s 54 other posts, I can’t be responsible for what I wrote about earlier.

Anyway, trimmer is all charged up, I might be going to work on Friday, and I just want my glasses to stay in place. With a #4-ish it’s still longer than what my stylist would use, but would get rid of that stupid duck tail thing my hair does when it’s long. That sentence sounds familiar. Yeah, almost positive I wrote about that last night.

The only things that really kept me from going to town on the sides of my head were that I didn’t shower today (gettin’ that Joe-funk STRONG, BB!) and I’m still working out the best way to do it. I’m thinking cut a hole in a trash bag and wear it, and put some plastic wrap over the sink. Enough of Athena’s hair finds its way down to my septic tank, let’s not add my entire head of hair.

I know I’m going to mess it all up. I’ve come to terms with this. But who cares? That might be the quarantine attitude finally kicking in.


I heated up some leftover broccoli beef from last night for lunch. Even better the next day. I’m still only eating one meal a day, I think it’s really because I’m not moving around a lot so I don’t need a lot of food to get through the day. I’ve got maybe one or two more servings, looking forward to that for tomorrow. Now I just need to figure out what to cook with the rest of my Imperfect Foods box!

Last Halloween my friend invited me to her new house to hand out candy. I dressed as Mr. Rogers (cardigan, slacks, and my Mr. Rogers t-shirt). She bought too much candy so I got to take a bunch home. Today I finally broke into that stash. I had a couple cookies ‘n cream Hershey bars, a Heath bar, a Snickers, and one of those lime Tootsie Rolls. All bite-sized, of course. I may have a sweet tooth but I’m not going to go that crazy. I don’t eat a lot of candy any more, I think it’s maybe been since Halloween that I’ve had candy. So that was nice as a treat.

Daily Reflections

Today was trash day. Last night after I finished watching whatever I was doing, I somehow convinced myself to watch Adventure Time for the fourth time. Whenever I do that, I try to find the snail in every episode. If I can’t find it, I will re-watch the episode until I do. That lasts about a season until I forget the game I’m playing and then I just watch it. This time will be different. That’s a long way to say that it was 2:30 in the morning and I took my trash can to the street.

It rained off and on today. Every time I thought about going to bring the trash can back, it would start raining again. I also pulled my old lawn mower out of the shed a few days ago and yesterday when it started to rain pulled it onto the porch under the roof. Mostly just to quickly get an electric device out of the rain, but also because I didn’t have real shoes on and didn’t want to push it back to the shed. So now I look like a hick with my lawn mower sitting in front of my door. Looks like rain again tomorrow.

So, yeah. Cut my nails and ate some bomb food. Didn’t shower or cut my hair like I wanted to, but all in all not a bad day.

For some reason (can’t imagine WHY) I’m hungry. So I’m going to figure out what’s small and simple so I can go to bed.

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