Locke and Key in Snowspangled

No, no spoilers. That’d be rude.

I’m just sitting here thinking, “jeez, this is the shit I loved eight, nine years ago…” and wondering if somehow I am one of those mystical unicorn indie kids who likes the cool shit before other people know it’s cool (seriously, it’s cool, you’ll love this shit) or do I just sometimes stumble across good stuff and it’s not a sign that I’ll ever be interesting?

Of such shit are questions made. It does me no good at all to be “indie” anyway, but I do love finding new things before they’re totally sampled and pop-culture already. I like fresh things, I guess. I also love old things that are so sampled everyone’s forgotten what they were. In their anonymity, they’re fresh again. It’s a delicious edge. You sit on one side, and you wonder, “why all these blank about blanks” or “where did that dumb saying get started?” and then you find out why and it’s like you find a bit of yourself you didn’t know was lost. The you, maybe, who fifty years ago would have known that milk comes from the milkman and that you pour the cream off or whatever. The you who would have been astounded to see a 24 hour Walmart. That girl. She’s pretty interesting, that girl.

School started up. The sixth. I have the flu, but you know me, I went anyway. I gave myself a panic attack thinking I had an 11 am class but it’s Wednesdays, not Thursdays, and so, I was on campus all day. My Chromebook died. As in, “cannot be resurrected” died. This is its replacement. It was three. Just about three on the nose, actually. I keep finding these articles about Chromebooks being engineered to become obsolete after their second year and now I’m not so sure that’s hooey. It was just a regular day, and it had a ton of battery life left, and I do not get it at all. It just died. It won’t even signal that it’s drawing battery now, except when plugged in. The orange charging light turned blue. I wonder if the battery has been bounced off its connector.

But he’s not opening it up to check. You’d think he’d want to. Computer shit is his jam he says. And yet I’m the one itching to get a screwdriver to the back of my Chromebook.

Anyway. School’s fine, but I am more than vaguely worried that I just can’t do this anymore. But it’s not a specific worry, and I’ve had some really ambivalent semesters, and I could do it then and well, I can’t stop now.

I got new glasses.

The denturist says he’s ready to go after this broken tooth is pulled.

Stuff should be looking up, but I have this awful sense something’s going to go wrong. But I guess that’s going to be forever.