Wow... 3 years since I have taken the time to write something. I write a lot of emails, notes, directions and all other things in my job. Taking time to write something just to write it seems like a waste of time. However, i really miss just getting things out of my brain and the last months and really year have been frustrating.
About a week ago I was fixing some stuff for my domain ownership and DNS hosting and had to test access... and it didn't work. That lead me down the path of reading a few of my old writings and it felt like someone else wrote them. As I read through the titles and completely through a few of the posts that caught my eye, I discovered it still applies to even my current state of mind. I guess we are who we are, we don't really change much. I believe in a lot of ways we are wired to look at the world in a specific way and even if things change and we grow overall we still think and act and do everything the same, just in a different time and place.
Talk about a different place... I am not sure the "end is nigh" groups are all that wrong these days. What a difference a year makes. Hate is the primary driver of almost everything you see and hear anymore. I can't fathom how people can't see that in what they are doing. I guess they are too close to the events to see them for what they are, a immature group tantrum of what I believe is generally good people if alone. It is like slinging hate around is going to solve all the issues. And the PC of the world has gone nuts. I honestly fear the day is close at hand where if someone orders coffee 'black' they will get shot for being a raciest. Social media is going to be the death of us all. Black Mirror isn't all that far fetched when you look at todays events. After some careful thought, I ended up deleted almost all my social media accounts. Partly to get away from all everything I could. Partly to protect the people I love, myself, and my place of work. And Partly to remove one pawn from the board. Maybe it will make a tiny difference.
On to more pleasant things... sort of... I 'read' alot. OK... I don't read, I listen to audiobooks... but it is just as good as reading and I do it ALOT. Like last month I spent more than 180 hours listening to booka. I am usually around 60ish hours a month but this last month several big things happened.
First, Audible added the Plus subscription, which gave me access to a huge book list without having to pay credits for each one. This means that a lot of short books I wouldn't have spent a full credit on, I can read for no extra money. It also means that books I might not have thought were appealing enough to spend credits on are now free to listen too.
Second, Bobiverse book 4 was released. So I took the weekend before it hit to completely re-listen to the first 3 books. It was a great idea to do so, a long time since the last book came out and it was fading from memory a bit. Awesome series if you have the time for a listen.
And lastly, The Dresden Files, one of my all time favorite book series, released book 17. (Battle Ground) just a few a short few months after book 16 (Peace Talks) in July. Over 5 years waiting for a new book and we got 2 in just a few months. It really is two parts of the same story this time unlike the other books within the series. Also within the pages of 'Battle Ground' an event of great sadness happened... a sadness I don't think will ever go away. A person in the book dies randomly. Accidentally shot by a coward and an idiot. This wasn't the first death, but it was the most unexpected of deaths in the series. There is plenty of warnings and foreshowing of this coming if you really think back through the stories. I will never really get over this one. It will haunt my thoughts every time I read anything Dresden related from now and forever.
Actually I think the events within The Dresden Files is really what sparked me to start writing this blog again. There isn't many people in my life daily that would really understand how much the stories I read effect me. I don't forsake the real world for the story or live within the fiction, but they become part of who I am all the same. Those around me may never really see the reasons for my changes in moods unless they happened to be reading the same things at the same time. But this event in a fictional book has made me real world sad and given the me the inspiration to start typing in this little window again for the first time in many years. With the way things are in the world around us all, even a little sadness isn't something we can afford to hold on to. Maybe putting words on to an unread blog might just help a little.
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