A haiku for the end of the world……
It all ends Monday.
The shit hits the fan for real.
Same shit, different term.
A haiku for the end of the world……
It all ends Monday.
The shit hits the fan for real.
Same shit, different term.
The first photo taken with an iPhone 16 Pro Max:
The first photo taken with an iPhone 16 Pro Max on 5x zoom. Woah!
As much as I love upgrading to a shiny new phone, the process of restoring a new iPhone from a backup, including repairing and restoring an Apple Watch, is SO FRUSTRATING.
I think everything is set now, except for maybe one of my credit cards in Apple Pay. It is all crazy like, but the phone is really cool. Just wait folks… the new camera is going to start taking mountains of new cat pictures any minute now. Just hang in there. It’s coming.
Is today the day?
I just backed up my iPhone…
I have an iPhone 14 Pro Max. I skipped the 15’s entirely. The 16’s have been out for a while now but I’ve been holding off.
Is today the day that I stop holding off and finally upgrade?
We’ll see.
Is this photo of a sleeping cat the last photo I will ever take with my trusty iPhone 14 Pro Max?
Again… we’ll see.
It still looks like Sunday will have a band practice. The first one in ages.
I need to put new strings on my Les Paul Standard. I also need to not get too excited because statistically speaking it’s probably safe to assume something will take the plans and cock them up.
Ugh. I want to be in a band again! AARRGGHH!!!
Two cats napping on a Friday night. What excitement.
4:00pm on Sunday?
We’re trying to setup a time for the band to get together this weekend. I think everyone is in. At least we’re all in as of this moment. I need this. I so need this. I don’t even know when the last time all four of us got together to play was. It’s been way too long. So long that I was pretty convinced it would never happen again. Pessimistically I am still pretty convinced that it is never going to happen again but I am choosing to look on the bright side right now, like the ray of fucking sunshine that I am.
My fingers are crossed. Band practice on Sunday. Make it so.
It is just about 2:30pm on Friday January 17th. One week from today I will be post-lunch on the last work day before vacation. How am I going to focus on the real world over the intervening week? The Vacation is becoming an all consuming obsession. Partly because I really want to go, but also because it stops me from stressing about the end of American society on Monday next week.
The first full day of vacation is eight days away. The Florida/Disney World return is nine days away. I can’t wait to go. I can do without the upcoming shit hitting the fan on Monday the 20th though.
Quarantine Tunes Volume 8 is going to need an album cover. Coincidently, I need a photo for today’s photo a day challenge thingie.
Hello, two birds. Meet my one stone.