Senate candidate Sam Brown endorses Trump for president

I didn’t expect different, but it hits when they say it out loud.

I can walk you through a maze of reasoning when asked about my favorite foods. What a terrible question, making me choose among all the great things I’ve had the pleasure of eating over the years. It honestly feels cruel.

Today’s Bloganuary prompt: “Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why?”

There’s virtue in both. I view myself as someone who at the very least strives to be self aware. Your mileage may vary with regard to how I’m doing at that, but it’s something I actively work on.

My biggest stressors on a daily basis are related to my management of my time, and how I feel I am losing more and more of it to obligations. My mornings are currently scheduled in a way that has forced me to give up an activity or two that I should be doing. I just don’t have the time in the morning to do them along with the other things I have committed to doing. In the evening, I have other obligations that occupy my time until well into the evening in general.

Count me in on this renaissance. I clicked through thinking I would read about, you know, what’s happening. It’s interesting, but that’s not what I got. Instead, I finished reading, nodding along, and got to the bottom of the page, where there is a link to Glitch.

Today’s Bloganuary question is “What colleges have you attended?”

My answer is simple and long, if I care to make it long.

I came across the Bloganuary prompt website, which gives you a writing prompt for each day in January. I’m going to try to do it here, and use it as more than a fun blog prompt. I plan to use it as a bit of a journaling tool, because that’s what I’m supposed to do here. So away we go.

I can’t believe I only missed Pierce by a couple of weeks! He was cited on November 1 of this year for trespassing by apparently leaving the walkway at Mammoth Hot Springs inside Yellowstone National Park.

I had some idea how this would go, but not nearly to the extent that it is so sad. The opening scene immediately put me on edge. EO was dead, or really hurt, being loved by a companion, tears in her eyes, only to have EO pop up alive to applause from the audience they were performing in front of. I had a sick feeling from the dead donkey that never went away.

I can’t help but think that with the recent revelation that Substack will not ban nazis, and the movement that it was in response to, and the subsequent follow-through by the Substackers Against Nazis, we’re at another point in the social media timeline where the people who are doing the work of journalism, independently, really, really need the tools to go fully independent.