“I’m no longer accepting the things I cannot change… I’m changing the things I cannot accept.” — Angela Davis

I’ve thought about posting something for 27 days now.

I started some… A few with at least a thousand words… And I haven’t finished any.

Instead, I fucking start something new this last day of the month that I can post three posts to meet my three post per month commitment. A self imposed challenge that I seem to be meeting so far.

I’d like for that continue. The posting of posts. Not the posting of consecutive posts on the last day possible in order to get three done by the last day of the month. That’s some bullshit

I’m listening to this song on episode 452 of Don Diablo’s Hexagon Radio the lyrics are “I’m crazy like a fool. What about that ain’t good?” I suppose the song is called “Crazy Like A Fool” by Vessbroz & Ian Storm. I think those are the lyrics at least. I may be inaccurate. All on the MAX on this day at 19:22. Not the year. There’s a colon there, not a slash. You can tell a lot about things based on colons because different colons man different things.

It’s weird that it’s easier to start something new than to finish something that’s near done. So weird. And I know I’m not the only person out in that wide world that has this issue too.

I think there’s some 80:20 rule that people say. Dunno. Don’t feel like searching to state with intentional accuracy. And there’s that colon again. It’s pretty versatile. All that also applies to many other parts and projects in my life. That’s that whole ADHD thing that I’m still making an effort to manage.

This month has disappeared way too quick. I’m in the process of installing new carpet in my house, and it is a fucking pain in the ass. It’s basically moving. But within a confined space.

Like some sort of soul crushing 3D Shuffle/Tetris mashup.

I’ve taken lots and lots of before and after pics. Tons. Innumerable. But iterable . Which I guess makes it numerable.

I’ve taken numerable pictures.

The plan is to post them someday so I remember… as usual, I have no clue when, where, and what I’ll be doing. None at all. If my modus operandi doesn’t change then I suppose I’ll probably have half uploaded bits of to-be evidence of this process to some object storage service.

And then forgetting to begin the upload in my file transfer client.

Then get distracted by figuring out what the fuck that thing that looks kinda like a metal pencil that you can hit with a hammer and knock pegs out is called.

Apparently it’s called a punch .

Not of the Jones variety for sure. None of that this time. Yet. Because you never know.

It took way too fucking long for me to figure that out though.

But that whole learning odyssey would have distracted me from going back to the computer and opening the file transfer client’s window that’s lost between tons of tabs, and more than 13 other of the panes.

And I’d have forgotten each time I noticed the icon. But the web browser was open and so I immediately was distracted by videos of dancing hamsters and cats.

Yeah, I just time shifted between I did and I’d do. The punch learning is true and it just happened. What might happen that’s distracting is plausible and predictive. I s’pose you could say I’m being all sorts of temporally shifty today. My new punch kit just arrived to day. Now I can mount doors. Not dogs.

This working on the floor though…

The carpet got ripped out — wood exposed. And there were squeaky spots that’ve been kinda annoying that I’ve coped with through the years.

I asked the dude doing the installation how to fix that. He said that I should screw them in.

So I screwed and screwed and screwed.

So much screwing.

On my hands and my knees.

Screwing with at least an impact driver.

Thousands of screws all over the place.

And then in a moment of tragedy, as I was trying to stick the screwdriver bit into the screw, I pulled the power on\f the driver prematurely… and screwed my left pointer finger.

The driver drove into the finger. It pushed it’s hex head into the left side of the skin attached to the nail of my pointer finger. I yowched, sighed, bandaged it, then eventually laughed that it happened.

It wasn’t very laughable during the moment of impact, and my finger decided to easily bleed for two days then bruise and be numb for way more.

That sucked. It still sucks. It’s been a bit over a week.

I took a two week vacation to recharge. During that “vacation” I worked on the house… Doing house stuff during a vacation is not a vacation.

Screwing yourself on your vacation and paying the price is not a vacation.

Leaving town is closer to a vacation. But not for work. So I decide to leave town on the Thursday before the Monday that I have to return for two nights. On Thursday.

No clue where or when I was gonna go until I did. I decided to go train to Seattle and stay for 2 nights. So… 3 hours before the train left I’d reserved a place for my body on an Amtrak and hotel in Seattle.

I’ve never been on that Amtrak before, and have only been on two in the past. It was nice. I enjoyed relaxing for most of the trip in my seat…

and then found out I could go between compartments. There was a really nice public panoramic view compartment. Public. I didn’t learn about it until 30 minutes before I was in Seattle. lol.

The train back? No panoramic compartment. Only coach. lol.

I believe that trip warrants its own post, so I think I’ll stay off that topic this time. Maybe I’ll even write about it tomorrow! Since that’ll be post 2… on the day before the deadline.

There’s been too much of not nothing this month.

Way too much.

Writing this post did just make me realize that maybe I should write a book called, “Fuckable Punctuation: The Colon” that details all the ways in which it can be used along with examples.

“Fuckable” in the Jon Oliver sense of the word.

It actually did not at all.

It made me realize I wanted to use another colon so that way I’d used three colons in one post.

Besides in the time of the post.

Not in the post.

It’s way more versatile than the semicolon.

That’s for sure.