The kids saw the developmental pediatrician yesterday, which they average out about twice a year now.
I happened to get a particularly adorable picture.
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As always, that actually manages to surprise me.
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I spent the last few hours preceding the publication of this blog post preloading Tekken 8, which I’m surprised Steam even let me do in the first place. Over the course of the period of time that I’ve used it, Steam has… really been touch and go with a lot of things, and I continue to support the arbitration that it looks like Steam is forcing everyone into who had been overpaying for games over the course of the last several years. I mean, there have been some cases where I haven’t been able to download a game that I had ordered us until eleven o’clock in the evening, “the day of release”, although I’m not going to make it a habit to give Steam credit for anything until arbitrations have been paid and they’ve begun to work on the issues they have. I know that we are due something at some point, because my kid has really become PC Master Race and Steam has literally managed to crush the competition in almost all cases. So, I mean, let’s do this.
Don’t mind me though. I’ve been with this franchise since the second game dropped.
I want to be able to play Jun Kazama! Give me back my main character. Asuka is okay, but I really want Jun.
Wordless Wednesday: January 24th, 2024
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The hits evidently keep right on coming, friends.
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The closer it gets until I suppose someone from my high school graduating class pulls together a twenty-year reunion or… doesn’t, the more I consider myself lucky that I wasn’t invited to any ten-year reunion and that I don’t keep in touch with the majority of these people. (Like, please just let this keep right on. Seriously.)
For instance, I found out about a week ago that almost all of the people that I was friends with in high school are MAGA supporters now. Given the circumstances, this shouldn’t surprise me as much as it does given that this is Texas we are talking about here (or I am writing about, at any rate). And if they aren’t die-hard MAGA supporters, their close family members are, and that’s still something that I do not actually want to deal with in any capacity. Spare the one or two people from high school that I would like to reconnect with that I haven’t reconnected with and not counting the one that I have already reconnected with, I am happy as can be hoping that no one reaches out to me in attempts to reconnect. I am not going to barter my humanity.
Now we’ve gotten to the congested phase of this, so…
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Bub and I seem to have this, but he sees the doctor this Thursday, so the nice old man can check him out.
So, my second high school reunion is coming up…
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…and it is with great pride that I report not even having been contacted about attending one of these.
Truth be told, I continue not to have kept in touch with that many of the people that I went to high school with… or any school (elementary, middle) for that matter. I think I keep in touch with one of them, and as it is, we don’t even talk that much aside from being friends with each other on social media. This is something that I like and am comfortable with, and it’s something that I want to continue doing. Aside from the one person that I continue to be friends with on social media who I went to high school with for all of one year, I don’t think I want to be in contact with the majority of these people. I don’t want to give them access to my life. I couldn’t wait to get them out of my life once I’d graduated from high school. I actually had it put into my permanent record at high school during my senior year that I didn’t want to be contacted about attending these, and I’m still surprised that whoever has been in charge of planning these has actually respected this.
Like, please continue to respect this. Seriously. Don’t even have a high school reunion. Do not contact me.