Y’know? Sometimes I have the toughest of times getting out of my own damned way. I should say, I guess, that my own way finds a way of staying in front of me. Every time I think I have dispatched of a former situation, something directly related to it finds its way back into my life. As the two of you may recall, I once tried to make a movie and the whole thing literally and figuratively went up in flames. I escaped the situation – again literally and figuratively – unburned until I was revisited by it a couple of years down the road. My handling of it all seemed to me that I had rid myself of it to the point where I could go on with my life. New house, new puppy, new outlook and all. Everything is good right? RIGHT?!!? Wrong™! [ Phlip note : unless you received a DM from me on Instagram at/about 4pm on November 12 rd , please click the link below before continuing ] [ link ] Now just why in the great blue hell would I be yammering on ab
… and we’re back! It should be noted that I spend roughly a third of my time alone with my dogs. Wife Person™ leaves for work at 7am, and twenty minutes later I take Ava to my mom to drop off at school, from which she will also be the one to pick her up. I am out and back before I clock in by 8am. I am in the house by myself until Wife Person™ returns at about 4. Carve out the eighty minutes I spend exercising before waking them and I’m alone with the boys 11.5 hours a day five days a week and there went 57.5 of 168 hours. It is further noteworthy that middle-child-by-birth-order life has already instilled me with the social awkwardness that allows one to become their own favorite company. I say that to say that social cues have and likely will never be my thing, and that working from home will prove to have done nothing to fix this. Anyway… Despite my normal isolation and my absolute comfort with it, so long as there is music, a podcast or some combination of
First thing’s first. No one is paying me to post this. [ Note : if you want to, though, the PayPal link is on the left] Now that we got THAT out of the way, let’s get down to it. September 2014, my iPod Nano finally succumbed to too many drops and started to bust open at the top. I had gotten it second hand and I was not about to lay out the cash for any Apple product at the time. I went with the Sony NWZ-E380 Walkman and it served me masterfully for years. Gym duty, outdoor workouts, sitting on the couch reading/writing, yard work and most importantly, DAILY droning out of office chatter. “Well why don’t you use your phone for all that, Phlip?” Thanks for asking, I USED to use my phones for all of that, but I found myself in possession of charger-dependent phones due to the constant need of charge due to 8-hours-a-day constant usage. Anyway. Syncing the Sony last week brought me to the realization that it has met its demise. I sent it on to glory (did
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