waiting for the saucers to come

So fucking cold outside, but not as hellish as it has been in the past couple of weeks. Been hating on the bright sunlight reflecting up from the ice and snow. We need to have some thick black velvet blockout curtains in the windows. B would never go for that though kinda of sadly. Had four screens going this morning. Picture Picture, two monitors, and one showing the view from the ISS. Starting to feel like living in the future finally, but not the one that I had been hoping for.

It is freakish to be fifty years old, using a computer the size of my pinky that cost $10 to play all the video games that we used to love so much as teenagers. Things are still not insane enough though. More skulls, more el wire, and dayglo. I kind of want to live in the Hole in a way, but am slowly worrying away at the Cult of the Garbage Witch even though almost no one else was down for that.

The kitchen smells like cat piss. Gotta take the catbox out...