Something About Umpteenth

The phone has been uploading an update for more than half an hour. Version 11.2.1 they say. Not quite umpteenth, but getting there. No worries though, there must be something about umpteenth in this entry, I mean, just look at the title. That can't be all there is, right? How fatalistic. Or is that nihilistic? Something about something.

Two cans of Campbells's spaghetti and five slices of fat free cheddar cheese and a bunch of imitation crab with some extra mayo, butter, and ketchup in the sauce was dinner tonight. Here, take this summary of the day, another day (for the umpteenth time):

Actually, a lot more than umpteenth. Into the five figures or something like that. Are you in the five figures? What a strange way to ask what must be one of the most frequently asked questions in our cultures, how old are you?, aye? Not that I am interested in your age. Age maybe be the single most abusive prejudice we have in our culture today. We literally let people waste away and die unloved, uncared for, alone all the time in this culture just because they've lived too long for our patience. There was a time when age meant something powerful, profound, revered. Now, age is a curse like the plague and most people avoid it... like a plague.

I suppose that wasn't much of a summary of the day. Let's try again:

Work, as usual, at the desk all day, ten straight hours except for a meeting with HR about giving me a few hours to do safety training at orientation. Tomorrow morning I am going to get out of the office a little. I left my office after 6:00 PM and shopped a bit then home to eat more canned pasta. How I slipped back on this pasta kick, whatever. Watching Dead Like Me now.

So how was your day?


George: Why do I keep losing all the things and people that I care about?...

Rube: That's what life is, peanut.

Yeah, the profound comes right along with Dead Like Me, doesn't it? Death does that sometimes.

This entry has been sitting here growing slowly all evening as I watched several episodes and saw Ellen Muth lose enough weight to be concerning (I hope she learned to work out over the years) but her character is so relatable to me in a deep dark bored and amused part of my mind. Slowly moving, isn't it? There could be so much more maybe there will be. Tomorrow or sometime.

Let's start again.

Today was a day like most any other day... another day (for the umpteenth time). Actually, a lot more than umpteenth. Into the five figures or something like that. In fact, the average human age is approaching thirty thousand years. See?

Yeah, so the numb is becoming.

More coming soon...

Narf :)