Did I just have a date within a date with that corn dog?

I went on a date the other night. It was lovely.

It’d been a while, not sure why. I haven’t been doing much to seek out intimate encounters outside my anchor partner. Or maybe it’s just that everyone I’d been growing close to had been poly, are interested, but are also in relationships that are currently closed. Which has been fine. Emotional intimacy has always been far more important to me than physical. In those instances, it’s just been nice to have new friends. This person, however, is poly. So we got to have an actual date. It’s something that’s been in the works for ages. We’ve hung out at parties, but never one on one. She has a weird schedule. I now have a weird schedule, and for the first time ever, our free time coincided. I asked if she wanted to grab a food, or a drink, or overthrow the bourgeoisie, or do amateur parkour, or get stoned and watch a dumb movie, or go to Tilt. She said Tilt, the local arcade bar, sounded great.

I vowed to do wreck my face doing amateur parkour on my own damn time.

I think we were both there for about half an hour before I noticed her. Not because she wasn’t worth noticing, but because she was wearing all black and playing a game in the corner. Somehow, in a room full of garish fluorescent lights, she’d discovered camouflage. She played D&D with the barman, so I got to meet him too, and he was really friendly. Their DM used to DM our games of Call of Cthulhu, and was by far the best DM I’ve had for any game ever. We all gushed about how great he was. Then she and I grabbed beer and a seat. We chatted. We chatted for a long time, actually. Seeing as we’d never hung out one on one before, it was the perfect time to get to know each other better. I mean, it’s kind of the point of a date.

More importantly, the fact that we were sitting meant I had the perfect excuse [you didn’t need an excuse -Ed] to order a corn dog. As an aside, I love corn dogs. They’re a favoured treat of mine. I’m not wild about fried food, but back home when we got fish and chips, you ordered a “hot dog” and got given what North Americans call a corn dog: A battered hot dog on a stick. It’s one of my exceptions to my ambivalence about fried food, likely because of nostalgia. I’d never tried Tilt’s corn dogs, but I can now confirm they’re fucking fantastic. The batter is made in house. It’s pretty thin, but with some nice crispy flourishes. Also, they’re huge. I’m used to corn dogs on popsicle sticks. These ones come on skewers. You know the type that people use for BBQ kebabs? Picture a hot dog on that, except the only available bit of stick to hold is 1-2cm long. That’s a lot of dog. It was meaty and sumptuous, and a truly fantastic snack with beer. Have I now written a longer love letter to this corn dog than I have to this date? Maybe, but that corn dog and I shared something that no date and I ever will. R.I.P.

Anyway, it was fun to chat. She’s funny, and we’ve got a lot of geeky interests in common. A theme of adulthood that I’ve noticed, is I’m not actually aware of what most of my friends do to pay rent. I hang out with them because I like their company, but their jobs have never defined who they are to me. So I got to hear what she does for work and what she likes about those things. I got to learn how growing up was for her, familial connections and perspectives. She had been to the nigh legendary Florida theme park: Gatorland. I’d heard tales. She told me more.

After a while, I chimed in that while I was having an excellent time hanging out, I also wanted to play some vidya games. We played an isometric D&D style crawler called Gate of Doom. It was super button mashy, but nostalgic and silly. The magic system was quite unusual. All four characters had the same spellbook and system, but you had to wait until your magic bar filled up. The spellbook would flick periodically between spells, and whatever was active was the one you had access to. I kept turning into a walking flower, which was kinda neat. I had some kind of stun pollen with a radius effect. We beat the game, and my hand damn near cramped up. We played some Puzzle Bobble, and evened up at 5 wins. We chatted some more, and it was last call.

I think one of the more important things I learned from the date, is that I’ve finally reached a certain level of confidence. It always used to be that I was too afraid to make a move, and that nothing would happen until my date was like “dude, are you actually interested? Do you want to have sex or not?” Then I’d be all “oh, of course. That’d be great”. It largely came from feelings of inadequacy and not knowing how to navigate those spaces with utmost consent. These days, a better knowledge of consent has informed massive change. I’ve realised that I can just ask, and in ways that leave things very open for the other person to say no. A lot of the time these things happen organically, and I think societally people have assumed that organic was the only option, anything else was clunky and took you out of the moment. I haven’t found that. I’m getting better at reading signs, but still like to clarify. There was a point where we were sitting close to each other. I think her hand was resting on my arm, mine resting on her leg. I realised and said “I just want to check, do you like this kind of touch”. She said yes, definitely. Simple and clean. I knew she was interested, she had every opportunity to be like hmm, maybe not at the moment or actually, maybe no and that would’ve been fine. Instead, I actively knew we were on a wavelength, that she was interested and the waters weren’t muddied. Consent is the fucking best, and anyone who thinks it ruins the moment maybe hasn’t learned how to ask in a non-intrusive manner.

Since things were winding down at the bar, we were both still awake and having a good time, I asked if she wanted to keep hanging out. She invited me over, and we spent a bunch more time together at her place. I left some time after 6.30am, and since she lives with one of my friends, I got to give my friend a good morning hug when she got up to go to work. Since I live maybe 5 minutes walk from her, I got to go right home and to bed.

Is it time to bring back I Have My Dates?


If I’m not getting my life back, y’all are coming down with me

Oh dear, I’ve been sucked back into Shandalar.

Let me explain. Shandalar is a Magic the Gathering video game from 1997. MtG has had many other video game properties since 1997. Battlegrounds was weird, real time stuff. Didn’t work. Duels of the Planeswalkers (later known as Magic: Duels) was okay, just straight games with a story mode and deck builder. Sometimes neat little bonuses. Then that got discontinued. Magic Arena has been amazing. It’s like a streamlined version of Magic Online. It’s colourful with cool effects. The UI is mostly pretty well done. It’s free to play with in game currency. They’re hunting for their white whales, and the rest of us plebs provide a player base for them to battle. It’s a working eco-system and a pretty huge deal for the future of Magic. I’ve spent innumerable hours in the past year on this game. I love it to bits. It’s not Shandalar.

Shandalar is my forever mistress. It’s hard to escape, because it’s so fucking fun. For people who haven’t played before, I figure I might give some tips. First of all, if you want to play on Windows 10, here’s a really good tutorial from streamer Gaby Spartz. It’s an old game, there’s some finagling required. Okay, the gist of Shandalar is that it’s a MtG based RPG. You wander around a world map battling cronies of evil wizards, building your deck up over time. Eventually you battle the wizards and save the land. Sometimes you’ll find dungeons, which have old cards very few of us get to play in real life. Black Lotus, Ancestral Recall, etc. The game also features an ante system, which means you can lose your precious cards, or steal cards from opponents. The ante system, while heartbreaking in real life (and thus has been expunged from paper magic) actually makes the game really fucking exciting. You’ve got skin in the game, and you’ll feel super shitty losing a Mox Sapphire to some dork on a horse.

With that out of the way, here are some tips for the game:

  • Money. Money is a thing in this game. It helps you buy cards in towns, or from vendors. You can use it to buy food, which helps you keep a good speed walking around the map. Money is important.
  • Towns have different economies based on their size. It’s a good principle to buy cards you want from smaller towns. Or if something’s a good card in a small town, you might be able to flip it for more money at a larger town. Buy your food from small towns if you can.
  • Liquidate everything you’re not gonna use, and try to sell your more expensive cards at big cities. You’ll get a lot more for them.
  • Once you can consistently beat enemies, they’re a great source of revenue. Sometimes you’ll randomly get really powerful cards from them too.
  • Travel by roads. It’s faster and you can evade enemies.
  • The honest to god best thing about having money in this game is being able to pay off enemies instead of battling them when you’re trying to get around the world map. When you start out, your deck will be shite. A multi-coloured monstrosity. You can streamline it eventually. Before you do, however, your win loss rate will be pretty rough. If the choice comes between risking losing a good card to ante or paying 40 gold, the gold is well worth it. I mean, you’re in the game to play Magic and have fun, so do that too. Just don’t lose your key cards to errant druids.
  • The upside of paying people off is that it frees you up to do quests for towns. This will help you power up faster.
  • Quests: Take quests that give you mana links. Your life starts at eight or ten. Each mana link you get raises your life total permanently by one. Once you have 15-20 life, the game gets more reasonable and you’ll find yourself actually winning games.
  • Quests: At the start, do the dorky quests that just require you to take messages around in exchange for single amulets or mana links. When your deck gets good enough, you can start doing battle quests where you’ll get two or three amulets for defeating powerful enemies. It’s great. You can use these to buy new cards.
  • Amulet rates: Vendors sometimes sell cards by type and amulet colour. Rares cost three (very occasionally, four) amulets, uncommons cost two and commons are one. It’s a good idea to have multiples of three amulets whenever you open dialogue with a vendor. Once you choose to engage with a vendor, you won’t be able to engage with that same vendor again.
  • Contract from Below is in this game. It is fucking insane. Take a chance to play with it, because you’ll never, ever get a chance to play it in real life. The extra ante is irrelevant. If you’re drawing 7 cards for B, you’ll usually be winning that game.
  • There are different random locations that appear on the world map. Little mountain crags, sunken ships, graveyards, alabaster columns or little forest hovels. They’re random events, and usually have a more positive outcome than negative. Sometimes you’ll wander into a thieves den and they’ll steal half your amulets or gold. Mostly though, you’ll find cards, merchants who’ll sell cards for gold or amulets, or dungeon clues. Sometimes you’ll find a powerful monster with good spells up for grabs.
  • When you have a random encounter with a powerful monster, you usually don’t put cards up for ante. It’s risk free. You might as well take the battle and sell the cards, because otherwise the monster will just disappear for good.
  • Dungeons. Get dungeon clues so you know what you’re encountering. Life losses/gains are carried over between matches. There are dice that will give you a bonus of either extra life or a card to start with. You can accumulate life bonuses, but once you have something to start with, getting a new dice replaces that entirely, even if it’s another life bonus.
  • Dungeons, cont: The best practice in a dungeon is to entirely avoid battles if you can. Scope out every available hallway without taking dice if you’re able to. Leave dice scattered around, and once you have no choice but to battle someone (to get a treasure (which in this instance is always an amazing rare card)), collect dice until you have something good to start with. It’ll make the battle a lot easier.
  • You can run as few as 40 cards. Once you’re below 40, the game will start randomly adding in lands to your deck. Try to keep at 40-43 (in case you lose a battle out in the world and want to stay above 40 cards). You can run up to three of each card until later.
  • Worldmagics: There are a bunch of worldmagics. They’re not all created equal. The ones to get are:
  • The one that lets you walk through swamps faster.
  • The one that lets you walk through mountains faster.
  • The one that stops you consuming food when you’re walking through a forest.
  • The one that makes cities offer more cards for sale.
  • The one that lets you run up to four copies of each card in your deck.
  • MOST IMPORTANTLY: The one that makes the evil wizards require five conquered cities instead of three. It’ll give you so much more time

Speaking of time, that’s all I have right now. If you’re into Magic I implore you to check this game out. It’s sincerely amazing, and despite (or even because of) the graphics, it’s a riot. It’s very exciting, gripping, and I don’t think Wizards of the Coast will ever make another game like it. It’s not a lucrative enough system.

Happy casting, friends.

iPod, iSaw, iCompared

It’s 2019. I did not expect that I’d be struggling to buy an mp3 player.

My ipod classic shat the bed, and it’s gonna cost $450 to fix. It cost $350 to buy, so this seems like a big stretch. It’s probably the fourth ipod I’ve owned in the past 15 years. I use them all the time, 1-2 hours daily. I’m not kind to my electronic devices, and that’s clearly shown in the life expectancy of my gadgets. With an ipod, there was so much I didn’t need to think about. Since it was the market leader, the proof was on them to make a solid product that was easy to use. I didn’t love going through itunes, but it worked. Everything was categorised and simple to scroll through. I liked the tactile, physical nature of the product without touchscreen. I could operate it without looking. It sounded good, and was surprisingly robust. I could take it to the gym, and it weighed enough to not constantly bounce around. The UI was excellent, and while I didn’t use most of the features, I didn’t have to. It just worked.

With my ipod dead, I’ve had to do my research on figuring out what to buy next. For the past few months I’ve been using my phone. I hate it. It’s too bulky, and fits awkwardly in workout clothing pockets. I don’t have an online music subscription, primarily because my internet connection isn’t reliable. I want something with a huge storage capacity, so I can curate what I want on there, but also don’t have to worry about filling up any time soon. I’ve had so many issues with my ipod over the years, and it’d be kind of cool to have removable stuff so I don’t need to throw the baby out with the bathwater. Removable batteries, storage, etc. That way I can just get a new microSD card instead of having the whole unit repaired for hundreds of bucks. I want something sturdy and rugged, physical controls rather than touchscreen. I want a decent battery life of around 10-15 hours per charge. I want 200+ gigs of storage. I want a UI that’s functional, easy, categorises by artist, album and whatnot, taking ID3 tags into account. If I’m stuck with a file tree to navigate, that’d feel clunky and undesirable. I want a player that sounds good. I’ll most likely just be using mp3 320kbps. It’d be too much work to start getting FLAC by this point. Still, to my untrained ears 320kbps plus my M50x headphones should be good enough. Who knows, maybe I actually try buying a good pair of earbuds for active work like running or gym stuff. I don’t want apps, internet connectivity or wifi. I want something that runs as a self-contained unit, that just plays music and does it well. I’m sure that’s not too much to ask.

And yet, holy hell it’s a lot of work navigating the landscape. There are things like the Sandisk Clip that would be perfect if only it had expandable storage. The FiiO III Mark 2 looks like exactly what I want, but it only supports storage up to 120 gigs. The FiiO III Mark 3 doesn’t have the same weight or size as the Mark 2, which is disappointing. But at the same time it’s still an all tactile, non touchscreen unit, plus it handles larger expandable memory. The UI is apparently a little slow. The HIDIZ AP80 has so many features that I like. It can hold up to 1 TB of expandable storage. It’s a little smaller and dinky than I’d like though. Apparently the UI is functional, but it’s all touchscreen with tiny onscreen buttons. My fingers are not diminutive. Then there’s the Ibasso DX50, which looks like it mostly has everything I want. It’s a tactile unit with decent weight. It has up to 2TB expandable storage. The battery is user replaceable. But I can’t find any in Canadian stores. It’s gonna cost a mint to import from the USA. Apparently the software is a little sluggish, but if I can find one that works, maybe that’ll be the go. I spent hours last night looking up models, comparing specs, figuring out how one of these units would fit into my life. I even made an excel spreadsheet to help make my decision.

It’s almost enough to make me want to resurrect my dead ipod once more.

Okay, he can kick too. Happy?

I underestimated One Punch Man.

Spoilers will follow.

It’s easy to do. The premise sounds dumb. There’s a superhero who can kill anything with a single punch. You know what? It is dumb, and that’s why it’s great. Because it takes a simple, dumb premise and elevates it exponentially for comedic effect. Saitama, the hero of One Punch Man decided one day to become a hero for fun. His arduous training consisted of doing 100 push ups, 100 sit ups, 100 squats and a 10km run every day, and it caused him to gain limitless strength and endurance. Yes, it’s as stupid as it sounds. Yes, the anime pokes fun at how the workout isn’t actually well-rounded, and would in no way bring supernatural feats to anybody. In the show, however, he becomes literally unbeatable. He can dispatch anyone or anything with a single punch, and instead of bringing him to new heroic heights, he just gets ennui because it’s all too easy.

It all sounds like a one-note joke, but the magic of One Punch Man is that Saitama happens to be the lone straight man in a crazy world. He’s just a normal dude who reads manga, loves food, gets bored, tired and cranky. He’s ultimately drawn to doing the right thing, but often under duress. He mostly can’t be bothered. The Japan of OPM is filled with superpowered miscreants, monsters and world-ending threats. The stakes ramp up dramatically with each episode, but of course Saitama can defeat them all with one punch, so really there are no stakes (despite how heavily the show leans into the gravity of the situation). At the same time, while we understand this, the world virtually always disregards it. The answer would always just be send Saitama in to handle it, but every time he’s the last ditch effort.

The genius, is that the show makes everything harder than it has to be. The world-building becomes incredibly convoluted. There’s a superhero organisation mired in bureaucracy and lingo. There are hero tiers with definitive rankings, and responsibilities for each member based on rank. The alert systems are based on scale, with differing tiers required to handle issues of ascending difficulty. The number of goofy heroes they create is aspirational, with inane powers that the in-universe characters take extremely seriously. It’s all set up for maximum efficiency, communicative prowess and competence. Which all means nothing when Saitama can just punch the thing. Still, the organisation basically ignores our hero, and when he finally joins it’s at the lowest rank possible (because he did poorly on the entrance exam written test).

The true charm of the show, is that while it’s parodying the unending tropes of the medium, it’s doing so with utter reverence. The non-Saitama heroes all try their best, repeatedly putting their lives on the line against insurmountable odds. The villains all respond in kind, with verbose monologues and worldviews. Everything takes so much longer than it needs to, when invariably Saitama will come in and finish it all off with little effort. The joke doesn’t get old or strained, simply because we all know and love these tropes. In fact, the entire world of One Punch Man could exist as its own show without Saitama, but his mere presence warps everything around him, without the rest of the cast understanding this whatsoever.

The show wears its heart on its spandex sleeve, and it’s hard not to respond in kind. I don’t know that I’ve enjoyed an anime this much since Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann. It’s a love letter to the genre, and worth sticking with all the way to the end. It only gets better as it goes.

It’s “doing” time, not jail

Today was slow until it wasn’t, so today’s entry is coming in a little late. If I have any eagle eyed readers who noticed… well I don’t think that’s something that exists.

Errand day. I’ll take y’all en route with me. Not because it’s exciting, but because that’s where I’m at. I’m heading on the 510, Spadina car to get an HDMI/DVI cord so I can see how having a 32 inch TV screen for a monitor feels. Wait, I didn’t even check which streetcar I got on. One moment…

Turns out I’m on the 509. Disembarking and changing. Fortunately I picked up on it at the last possible shared stop between the routes.

It’ll be here in a few minutes, I’m sure. So yeah, I wanna see what this monitor is like. I know it’s gonna be a lower resolution (only 720p, sadly), but maybe the large size and the lack of real gaming I do on it will make up for it. Or if I fall in love with the size, maybe I just buy a 32 inch monitor. How much would it be? $300 or so? I mean, my 24 inch one at home is fine, but it could be great to watch stuff on…

I’m on the new streetcar. I even got me a seat this time. Clearly these are the scintillating observations you’ve all come here for. Oh well, I promised you nothing and I deliver on that regularly. This is all status quo, no? We’re above the Go Train line and I just looked both ways. Condos and condos in progress as far as the eyes can see. In 20 years Toronto is just gonna be one big condo that resembles the world’s most complex Habitrail. Honestly, as long as it’s not another Starbucks or Shoppers Drug Mart.

I’m so hungry and want to eat everything, for a change. Realistically though, most of my errands are food based and in Koreatown. I don’t have the discipline to not eat Korean on the best of days, let alone a day I’m already craving a big meal. I have to pick up another kilo of kimchi. How am I supposed to grab that beautiful tub and not be seduced into ordering its wonderful, wonderful cuisine brethren? I want me some pork bone stew, and it’s been at least a week (probably). Sure, I spent all weekend eating out, but why would that stop me? The heart wants what the heart wants and my heart belongs to food. 5 minutes more and I’ll get to Canada Computers, so I can spend $10 to discover that I don’t like using a TV as a computer monitor after all. Them’s the breaks, I guess. Oh fuck, a stranger is open mouth chewing maybe 30cm away from my ear. This is hell, let me out.

Okay, she finished. Wait. Maybe I will too. I don’t want to lug stuff around and type simultaneously. Plus this entry has gone nowhere (while I very clearly have. Streetcar, etc).

See you tomorrow, maybe on a TV screen, even.

Well don’t feel like an HDMIdiot?

Today I took a long journey to get back to exactly where I was, but with a short HDMI cable.

My girlfriend and I had a lazy Sunday brunch at my dearest local brunchery, The Gem. I’ve gone on enough about The Gem and their comforting weirdness before. Today I had a chipped ham eggs Benedict, which was hard to imagine after the server so hesitantly uttered its name. She was surprised and perhaps a little frightened when I immediately latched onto the suggestion with fervour. I didn’t know what it was, but it was different. That was good enough for me. I’ll say this, I’ve never had ham so wet. It was like eating tinned tuna, but generally that’s a texture you want for tuna and not for ham. Liquid squish is not on my ham texture wish list. Still, I enjoyed the meal well enough. We sat out in the courtyard under shade. The sun streamed down. Our server offered us ice coffee instead of the regular, and hang out for a little bit to hear about my girlfriend’s recent gardening endeavours. Oh, and she introduced herself by name, which I’d never considered asking in my past year or so of regular Sunday brunches.

We left a little bloated, but otherwise peaceful. Then we saw a pile of stuff on someone’s lawn. There were gold and cream chairs, wine decanters still in their boxes. There was also a TV. The guy walked out from his house and I asked him if the TV worked. “Yeah, it does. I’m moving and I barely use it. It’s up for grabs.” I thought to my office, my 24 inch screen. I imagined how that would be at 32 inches. My mind prepared a montage of playing Magic, watching Twitch streams or HQ TV from the bed. Working from home with a larger monitor, making dual screening unnecessary. Porn, y’know? I grabbed it, and my girlfriend helped me scheme ways to make it happen. After a bit of searching, I resolved to get an HDMI cable and plug it in.

  • The Brick at the end of the block no longer sold HDMI cables. Just Monster Cables for $130. Considering a basic cable should be sub $10, that seemed excessive.
  • I took a bus to the horror of Dufferin Mall, where fluorescent lights sap your capacity for mental processing. Walmart seemed the first port of call.
  • Walmart were out of stock of everything but $30 cables. They had price tags for their cheaper ones ($5, $7), but nothing on the shelf. I asked a staff member, she was as unhelpful as she was clueless. Not her fault, but they don’t keep specifically trained tech staff. She said Best Buy in the mall might have them, but I should probably just get the $30 cable since they’d do the job. I didn’t.
  • The Best Buy no longer sold cables. It was a small mall store. Just phones and accessories, basically. They said to check out The Source.
  • The Source had $15 cables as their cheapest. I told the guy it was more I wanted to pay, was there anywhere else in the mall I could go? He suggested Dollarama, but also that I should jump ship to Bell Internet and boy oh boy, what a deal he had for me. I asked if it was for an HDMI cord, the thing I came in for? He said no, it was about internet, why would it be about an HDMI cord? I replied that I came in for an HDMI cord, why would he try to sell me internet? I thanked him for the Dollarama suggestion, then left.
  • I walked past an EB Games, and checked just in case. They had a refurbished cable for $12, or new ones for $20. I said it was above my desired price and I’d rather go to Dollarama. He lowered his voice and told me that was a good call, it’s the same thing for much cheaper.
  • I went into Dollarama. They had the cord I wanted, it was $4. I chalked it up as a success.

I brought the cable home. It didn’t work with my computer setup. Because my graphics card doesn’t have an HDMI port (or at least, seems to have some kind of mini HDMI port), I’d need some kind of converter between DVI and HDMI. I could order the cable from Amazon. My girlfriend checked the relative stats of my current monitor and the TV. The new TV was gonna be significantly lower resolution. I figured I’d just stay with the monitor I had after all.

But at least now I have an unnecessary, short HDMI cable to show for it.

Notice that Mike Tyson didn’t appear on either list?

I feel like being punchy today. It’s Bullet(point) Time.

Here are some things I don’t care about (which, trust me, is harder to think about than you’d expect):

  • Tailgating laws.
  • Taylor Swift’s career.
  • The price of fish (unless it’s tinned tuna, in which case I care a lot).
  • Reading Ulysses.
  • Who people choose to love.
  • Bratz Dolls.
  • The Superbowl.
  • Creationists.
  • BPA in my plastic bottles.
  • Phones without headphone jacks.
  • The DCU.
  • The SWEU.
  • Getting the last word (the best word is more important).
  • Oxford Comma arguments.
  • Acai bowls.
  • Being able to buy alcohol at 9am.
  • The Globes/Emmys/MTV Awards.
  • Tea (sorry tea oriented pals).
  • Dota.
  • Macklemore.
  • Ben 10.
  • Casinos.
  • 3D Films.

Wait, this IS much harder than I expected it would be. I have to actively think about things I rarely do, so they’re not topics that are usually top of mind. Let’s invert that and figure out stuff I care about:

  • The rights of the vulnerable.
  • Paddington Bear.
  • Funding for education and healthcare.
  • Fish and Chips.
  • Pineapple Lumps.
  • Owning a good pair of jandals.
  • Pushing back against bigotry.
  • Dichotomous online discourse.
  • Casey Wilson’s “Ask A Swole Woman” column.
  • Clickhole.
  • Banh Mi.
  • The Emily Deschanel and David Boreanaz cardboard cut out that stares back at me from my work desk.
  • Coffee.
  • Waving at fluffy dogs.
  • Bong Joon-Ho films.
  • Keeping active.
  • People having access to clean water.
  • Following Demi Adejuyigbe on Twitter.
  • Finding ways to work “just don’t call me late to dinner” into dumb jokes.
  • Stand up comedy.
  • Good puns.
  • Magic the Gathering.
  • Pork bone stew.
  • Sunday brunch.
  • People putting their fiscal desires over the needs of others.
  • Anything Phoebe Waller Bridge writes.

Welp, apparently that’s all I have in me today. So much for punchy, I’m punching out.