Why Now?

After all, I did start this FIVE YEARS AGO. And as of 1/27 at 3:15AM I’ve put up exactly two posts and this. I’m sick as f*ck and waiting for the Coricidin to kick in so now is as good of a time as any to change this “About” page.

Now, while the inside of mouth tastes like Tylenol and Licorice.

Originally, I had wanted this Substack to be about everything else. But, apparently, that’s not the case. Politics IS everything right now. Including everything else.

So Why “Literally Anything Else”

As of right now, I have ZERO idea how to change a subscribed Substack and while I’m sitting at a rocking 111 right now, it’s still a start. If I figure out how to change the name, I’ll do it. Or I won’t. Who needs another “Have to” right now? Just surviving can be a have to.

So I’m going to try to do it like this: Substack posts - full Substack posts - will be about literally anything else. I’ll mark it as such. That will probably involve pets, construction, comic books, my current health journey… stuff I can write about the dystopian hell scape we’re in right now. For example, a title might be:

Literally Anything Else: Pet Stairs Suck

And then I’ll go off on a rant about the destroyed box containing cheap ass pet stairs that arrived, the struggle of putting together that should have been something as simple as a two brick Lego stack that took hours that the dogs looked at like it was an obelisk in 2001: A Space Odyssey. I know I just dated myself. Don’t “Okay, Boomer” me - I’m on the cusp.

Also, I might also post with this:

Literally Anywhere Else: The Treadmill

One of the biggest changes in the last few years has been a commitment to health. Gym, every day in some manner. That’s a full post - the why, the how, the apps I’m using, the meds I’m taking, and what has worked and didn’t work for me. It’s one of the few things in this act of my life that brings me sanity and joy, and I’m sort of proud of it. I am 390 days into it.

So some of these posts will be while I’m Literally Anywhere Else. And if I’m toilet typing, I’ll be honest. Those posts will be short, barring dehydration or too much fiber.

Literally Anywhere But There: I am disenchanted with the major social media companies (CBS news and the main stream media is probably a full post). Twitter was fun until the Beluga Overlord bought it. Meta was tolerable until the worst Backstreet Boy decided he wanted to be the cool kid. Tik Tok was oddly free-er when it was owned by China.

I’ll use them as needed to push this but I’m probably done pushing big content anywhere but Bluesky. Until some techno-megalomaniacal supervillain somehow buys it and ruins it. But for now, that’s the good place.

Litterally Not Going To Happen

This is more of a mission statement. I’m not trying to be edgy, I’m not trying to be controversial, I doubt I’m going to change hearts and minds. So I’m not gonna argue in the comments and I expect it to be kind or insightful. I won’t try to be a dick - lord knows there’s enough of that going around - at the same time, when I do wade into the comments if I see what I feel is dickishness, I’ll hide it. If it borders anywhere near cruelty, I’ll probably hide it.

Sorry. This is my new living room. I’m here to Feel Literally Anything Else but rage. So I’m gonna tend this garden.

ANYWAY:

That’s the short and the short of it. Welcome. Or, thanks for sampling and realizing life’s too short for this content. It’s cool. You also could be reading literally anything else besides literally anything else.

Be safe out there. (Blows Nose) (Wakes Dogs) (Starts to doze off).