What’s Next? (Patreon)

A few years ago, I heard about the importance of reminding myself that “this isn’t normal.” So I stuck a post-it note to my fridge saying just that. Eventually, the message made it to my screensaver.

A message like that does provide some clarity. It’s a centering force. But there are only so many times a day that you can look at a message like this one, and not feel just a little bit hopeless sometimes. There’s a reminder, and then there’s self-flagilation. So, after a few years of this being a clarion call that verges on personal motto, I decided to change things up a little bit.

2020 was not normal. It was not normal as shit. But new year, and now that we’re solidly into it... What’s next?

Sounds like good sentiment. It’s not brashly optimistic in a live-laugh-love type of way (shudder), but it does have some forward-thinking to it. Plus, it conjures up images of the Bartlett administration. (I’m a CJ Cregg.)

Bee-tee-dubs, aren’t screensavers fun? I guess we don’t really need them anymore. I suppose the need went extinct back when we stopped using cathode ray tubes. I remember flying toasters. (I’m that old.) Those were the shit. Some dudes out in California were definitely smoking weed when they invented those.