NBC Sports seems to have a problem [with] gay athletes…
It pains me to shift back into a mode of adultolescence after a nice 2 year run of solid adulting. I was a really good run.
I had bills. I had friends. I would even go out after work for happy hour drinks.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk in South GA after work wondering if I should continue to reorganize my finances or pay to renew the premium account I used to have on WordPress.com. Thanks to a new app, I’m actually locked into getting my financial shit together. I’ll write up a review about that later (probably not).
It may, or may not, shock you that I had a hard time shifting into full gear adulting after college. I even went back for Fall ’13 to (shhhh, don’t tell) finish up my degree program. I’ve had above-average employment since the week after I initially graduated winter ’11. Then, I spent 2 years living with my parents to “save” money. Instead I blew it on trips to visit friends and saved something like negative 20,000 dollars thanks to the victory lap to my victory lap at college.
Here’s the thing, though. After all is said and done, I’m really OK. I made the correct choice to both get my finances in order and help take care of disabled (but trying harder than ever) mother while also assisting with her and my step-father’s recent troubles due to recent job changes on his end.
I did the right thing for once and, dammit, that’s better than OK.
And, you know what? I’m more content and less stressed than I’ve been since graduating high school. I did the right thing for once and, dammit, that’s better than OK. It’s rather grand. I have a boss that enjoys working with me enough to accommodate me. The expensive apartment I was a week away from moving into was overly-accommodating.
I made the decision very, very last minute. On paper, I could just pull it off. But, really, I would be being selfish and living paycheck to paycheck (too adulting in the Roseanne sense for me even though I had convinced myself I had it down). So, that was a month ago. I made the calls. Got (sort of) my utility deposits back and let the existential dread kick in.
But, now that that’s mostly gone, I just have to figure out how meeting people works in small towns like this one. I’ll more than likely actually write a post chronicling that affair.
Viceland actually does show reruns of Ancient Aliens. It’s just late at night and narrated by Action Bronson and his very high friends. Presumably he’s high as well. I apologize for my misreporting earlier.
The giddiness of the opening ceremonies I remember watching as a kid. Atlanta, Sydney, Athens?, Somewhere in China?
Ok, so I trailed off after I was 10. I’m pretty sure about Greece in ’04 and the scary drum thing broke twitter in ’08. Oh! 2012 was London because of the Lisa Simpson logo. And, let’s not get started on the Winter Games game. I only remember Salt Lake City because:
Oh! And the Russian ones that were on a temperate island in early spring because… Putin liked to vay-cay there? But, really we only remember that one because it gave us Gus Kentworthy who rescued dogs and was afraid to come out of the closet… because Russia!
His quick rise, and fall, and then acceptance as a problematic fave that gives me worse body image issues than the average afternoon spent on Grindr (or Tinder, or OK Cupid, or… you see where I’m going) was really something to behold over the course of 3 consecutive Halloween party posts.
Where was I? Oh! Butts. Butts are the only reason to watch the Olympics… mostly. Swimming. Really diving, though. The other reason was Women’s soccer, so excuse me while I cut Sweden out of every map I own.
I stayed up all night working last night because I’m a coder for a living who hates himself. Long enough to fall asleep to MSNBC: the political analysis machine (hour 2 of Morning Joe to be precise… another problematic fave… oh, Mika…). The far too few hours later when I woke up, I was greeted by a Sandra Bernhardt sound-alike pulling rapid-fire commentary duty for Badminton, Skeet Shooting, Riffle… targetry(?), and Competitive Walking* on MSNBC: ESPN 8.
Now, let’s go through the NBCUniversal networks one by one to see what we’re being robbed of on day-side programming (Only NBC and NBC Sports seem to be affected in prime time.)
I’ll give in, eventually, but I’m not ready to come out to my DVR just yet.
I could solve all of this by just DVRing junk TV instead of relying on day-side marathons. But that’s like me trying to hide Britney Spears from my iPod in High School. I’ll give in, eventually, but I’m not ready to come out to my DVR just yet.