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Personally I didn't really get the Cage thing or the Giammati thing but I do t particularly care that I didnt get it. Sometimes the guys do things that I don't get. Sometimes they do things I love a lot that other people don't get. If it is restorative and energizinefor them, then I'm all for it. The holidays in particular are for relaxing and more lightheartedness.and 7 others.
Of course the likes of GoT are their bread and butter, and if they did 50 random podcasts in a row that I didn't get and still stuck a GoT landing when it really matters, I'm fine with that.
I do miss tthe little descriptions on the LWJ&A though!
Eugh. Hated this. Probably my least-liked episode since season 5.
Swimming one-handed in plate mail? Easy peasy.
Jon can just stroke a dragons face now and not shit his pants?
Cersei's pregnancy, wtf? She's about 50.
Gendry's return... Why? So Davos isn't bored in kings landing. FANTASTIC. Oh wait he's also Robert incarnate!
The fucking fellowship of Eastwatch.
Jorah looks like he just got a chemical peel and it's done him the world of good.
Arya being a dumbass shit.
Lets capture a white walkers and show Cersei's even though we don't need her to believe us if Dany comes with her dragons
I could go on but this bullcrap can be summed up in one word.
Last week my son (three at the end of May) was sick - vomiting into his hands and telling me he needed to "spit out the yuckies". Obviously, I took care of him over the course of two days and two nights (my wife is an essential worker, and also vomit is probably her biggest fear).
Any road, a couple of things made my "day":
1. Last week, I found myself remembering a lot of times when my own father looked after me when I was sick. Made me continue to appreciate what a loving father he was/is, and I was able to share the memory with him (WhatsApp), and tell him I love and appreciate him. He was touched (at least I think he was, he has a weird WhatsApp communication style full of hyphens)
2. Today, I wasn't feeling too hot. My stomach hurt, and I felt nauseous. My almost-3 told me: "I'll rub your belly daddy and you'll feel better, okay?" Even though I didn't feel better physically, I definitely felt better emotionally. When he asked did it help I told him "yes" and he said "you helped me daddy and I help you". I'll admit, I got something in my eye.
All in all, two lovely memories in the midst of a lot of worries. Thank you, world.
I was doing pretty well, taking things relatively seriously but not like a zombie apocalypse prepper or TP black market trader.
Then I read this tweet thread:
I'd say I'm normally pretty level headed but this is putting the willies up me.
On a whim, a while back I wrote here on the forums; several vignettes about how I met my (now) wife. If I find time, I'll search them out and finish them off in a google doc or something. I originally figured if I was able to get them down it would make a nice gift to share with her.
Other than that, I helped my dad rewrite a song that he wrote when he was my age. I have no musical talent so it was just some rewording, really.