I just got interviewed! :) It's a two part deep dive into my crude art over at Newgrounds, read them here.

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Woke up this morning, walked into the bathroom, and the light was shining! What a feeling...

The fluorescent light above the mirror broke earlier this week. I started biting down on a flashlight each time I went, and assumed it'd be just a short-term thing. We had a spare tube in storage. I worked home for the first day, flashlight nearby, and we brought in the spare later on... it didn't work. Turns out it wasn't a spare after all. It was an old one.

So another day went by. We dug up a headlamp. I placed it strategically above the mirror as to light up as much of the ceiling as possible during my cold morning shower, and kept it in the hallway for the rest of the day. After work I took a ride to the local store to buy a new tube... they were out. Tried another place. No luck there either. Too late to embark anywhere further away.

And so one more night went by! I brought in a color-shifting LED apple for the morning shower the next day, night came again and finally: we got that replacement.

I'd grown accustomed to walking into the bathroom and flicking the light switch by habit, only to remember some fraction of a second later that it didn't work, then go grab that headgear instead.

Walking in now it's suddenly surprising to see the light evenly whiting the walls. Like magic illuminating the entire room. You don't realize how special it really is, in a room without windows, to totally eradicate the darkness with widespread electrical bearing, as we do each day.

The wonder of bathroom lighting... I'll never take it for granted again.

At least maybe not for a few more mornings.

Only the dead have seen the end of war.

Was planning to write, record and review a bunch of stuff tonight, but I'm just too tired to collect my thoughts properly. Instead I write this, and if that's no paradox then what? How can I formulate a blog tolerably yet not take care of anything more worthwhile?

It's been a good day though. I took a walk with a buddy for the first time in a month or so - first person outside of the family in a month or so too. First person that I know, that I've interacted with during this lengthening self-isolation phase for real. Usually it's just cashiers and strangers.

The sun shone, the water glistened in a cold tone, the freshwater beach lay barren and inviting... but we weren't there for that. Just a quick mutual stroll in airy isolation, before the traditional Tuesday shopping round with a 5% pensioner rebate a the family. They installed the new washing machine this morning too. All is good.

It's fun to drive. I've started wondering how much of a risk of getting pulled over it'd be if you happen to drive twice the speed limit for just a while on the freeway between shop and home... just wondering.

I'm reminded of another buddy that's still home with corona; a cough and a tiredness that doesn't seem to seize. After three weeks. Jeez.

But that's all. This Corona thing... sometimes doesn't feel like a thing after all.

I'm learning the art of being humble, but I miss that guy, cause sometimes I feel like a bitch. But I know if he comes back, he's bringing hell with him.

If we could all trace our steps back to some real hell maybe we could all get real humble...