2023 Post Per Day Experiment is Finished

Early in the year I had some ‘filler’ posts but realised that if I just soldiered on until I caught up with my regular postings I would easily meet my New Year Resolution to put up One Post Per Day, every day of 2023.

By February, I had Rail Run posts that were delayed by a few days as a backlog of other posts trundled through. I also had a lot of record, book, and movie short reviews in my pocket from Dry January. A sub-rule to the post-per-day rule was to have one kebab post every odd-numbered week and one fish and chips post every even numbered week until I had at least 26 of each.

Now that the remaining days on the 2023 calendar is filled with pending publications, I’ll squidge posts together so that, by 31 December, the events described will be back to within a day or two of when they happened. Every new one written will push one forward so I expect a lot of two-and-more posting days as the year concludes with a single Monthly Recap on 31 December.

For reference, the current last post of the year in several categories are (although these are all likely to move forward, now):

Category: Date Visited, Pending Till
Pub: 24 August, 23 December (120 days delay)
Fish: 24 August, 28 December (125 days)
Kebab: 23 August, 24 December (122 days)
TrigPointing: 24 August, 27 December (124 days)

By the way, I wrote this text, the 366th post of the year, the first week of February when it became obvious this would be easier than I initially thought. It is really effortless to dunk a 6 foot high rim.

Electrician stuff (2023-01-03 ppd filler)

Me and Jimi (in the background, lower right) have been installing a few extra lighting fixtures. These little things are great: turn off the breaker, cut the conductor of the live light, and fit all the blue lines into one of these connectors. Do the same with the brown into another then the ground conductors in a third and there is now a second lamp on the same line! Opa!

One of the resolutions (2023-01-02 ppd filler)

I have another resolution this year involving the Uke, Jackie’s guitar, other insruments, and some specific music:

Visions of Johanna by Bob Dylan (and other Dylan cuts)

When in Rome by Phil Ochs (and other Ochs cuts)

A Dying Cub’s Fan’s Last Request by Steve Goodman (and other baseball themed tunes)

Santeria by Sublime

Everything off Give ‘Em Enough Rope by the Clash.

Vivienne Westwood, R.I.H. (2023-01-01 ppd)

Vivienne Westwood, who popped her £2000 per pair clogs two days ago, was capitalist scum who did more to degrade popular culture than any inadvertent and temporary improvements she or her publicists would subsequently claim. Anyone who says differently can suck a bag of dicks.

I hope that she rots in Hell near (but never seeing) her partner in crime, Malcolm. Moreover, I hope she is housed in Hell locked in with Mom whose room’s clock is eternally set at 4:59 pm (because she doesn’t have a substance abuse problem if she doesn’t start until 5…and waits eternally at the bar, ice bucket and bottle at the ready). They were both similarly distasteful people who would hate each other. My job as matchmaker is done.

Happy New Year, y’all!

Send me a songwriter
Who’s drifted far from home
And make sure that he’s hungry
Make sure he’s alone
Send me a cheeseburger
And a new Rolling Stone.

Neil Young

PS: Pope Benedict, who faced the void yesterday, can fuck himself, too…red flats and all.