Special COVID-19 Edition Poll

Important DFP Poll – Special COVID-19 Edition

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COVID-19 Pandemic Journal, Entry #1

Saturday, March 28, 2020. Approx. 20:00 hours. To hell with exact minutes. Does it even matter anymore?

Like the rest of the survivors, I’m home. Nowhere else to be.

Time was when pizza and Weebles were my heart’s delight. But it was a different world then, in those innocent and carefree days. The halcyon days.

Now any one of us is lucky to find toilet paper.

And to think that once upon a time, I had been a staunch advocate for dietary fiber. But no more.

So many of my future plans seem unlikely now. Will I ever set foot in Italy? Or shake anyone’s hand again?

DFP, are you out there? Do you copy? Repeat: Do you copy?

Nothing to do now but wait….

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Punks and Message Boards

[It looks like I started a post 9 years ago and never finished it. Why? Here it is…]

You give some goddamn punks a message board and they can’t be nice and say “please” and “thank you” and all get along. Noooooo. They have to say how they hate baby orangutans and about

[That’s where it cuts off. What was I trying to say? What was my point?!]


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First post of 2020!

No posts from anybody in 2019!

We’re finally living in the End Times, friends! I honestly don’t mind too much. I’m surprised I still exist, actually.

Anybody else out there? Or have you all succumbed to the COOTIE-19 virus?

[Cough. Wheeze.]

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You guys, this place is dead

Are blogs still a thing?

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Happy New Year!

I finally came back after forgetting my login and my password for a long time (Hi, Alex! I still owe you an e-mail. . . )

I actually haven’t e-mailed anyone about anything for a long time. I’m being crushed by administrative crap at my job. I’ve been getting home from work late and then I don’t feel like doing anything. . . except that I have to do more administrative crap. It’s utterly soul-sucking, especially because I’m realizing just how lazy and task-avoidant other people can be, if they think I’m going to get stuck doing something for them (which I am, apparently), and because I stay up late writing e-mail instead of doing other things (like, sleeping, or reading books), and because I don’t really socialize at all. It would be nice if I could crawl out from under all of it soon; it would be even better if I didn’t really care and could let myself do a half-assed job, but I can’t.

Aside from that, nothing has really happened since I last posted here, probably. I saw Alex in New York back in 2014 (!), then I went to England for a little while, and when I came back I developed a meningitis-like virus (none of, like, six doctors had any idea what it was) and lost most of my vision for a month. That was pretty scary. I had such extreme double vision that I couldn’t focus on anything that was farther than about ten inches from my face. I wound up in an emergency room, had a shitload of blood drawn, had a couple MRIs, and lots of un-fun drugs. There was lots of shrugging and people telling me, “Sometimes these things just happen.” The initial speculation was either that I had had a small stroke or that I had a tumor. So I spent a lot of time sitting still and wondering whether it was in fact the end of the line, literally. I had a lot of those long, weird interior conversations about whether I had actually done anything meaningful with my life (no), whether there were things I still really needed/wanted to do (yes), and what tunes I’d want to have played at my funeral (umm. . . “Moon over Marin” by the Dead Kennedys? “Clash City Rockers” and “Mystery Achievement”?). It made me feel like chucking my job, although I don’t know what I’d actually do.

But then. . . I was fine. Life goes on. My dad is not well, and I’m dealing with that. I feel like I’m kind of whining about nothing, since white-collar job issues are a first-world problem and there is (apparently) still time for me to do something about that. I miss you guys. I miss punk and playing my guitar and not having to dress like a quasi-corporate stooge. I hope you are all well. Write stuff here! And I’m glad I came back and found some of you and saw those little snow-flake thingies on the site.

I have the sneaking suspicion that there is a Stevic Sin involved in all of this, but I don’t remember what it is. Happy New Year, dudes.

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I Miss You Jerks

I spent 45 minutes remembering how to log in and post.

I saw Jen D. (yeah, S. — whatever — some things are fixed in time)  post in the Shabby thread recently. That makes me super happy, in a totally slightly less depressed than I was an hour ago kind of way. (RIP Shabby and Von Kobra).

I wrote a whole thing about how bleak and awful life is, but I took pity on you bastards and deleted it.

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