Beth JoJack

Does Ken Burns wear a wig?

We need to talk about all the popularity of human size dog beds and what it means for us as a people.

I made child listen to Michael Martin Murphy’s 1975 single “Wildfire” before bed last night. In the past, he had complained that I only like “country songs about sad things,” so I guess I showed him.

I started to get in the other lane today and a car in my blind spot honked, so I got back over. As he passed me, I waved and, after a beat, he waved back. Once he passed, I noticed his back window had a decal of a gun and the words “think twice because I won’t.” So that could have gone worse.

Researching AI proof careers and having a nervous breakdown. Choreographer comes is a lot. Like, are we going to have a lot more musical theater? Do robots like that?

I do think we need to get to the bottom of whatever alien or worm is living in that Real Housewife woman.

I told my kid I love him. “You say that everyday like it’s new news.”

I didn’t foresee a future where I spent so much time verifying that I’m human.

I guess I’m old because when I see Bad Bunny’s underwear ad, I just think, “his poor mother.”

There’s a single goose at the animal shelter.

Went to new cat cafe. Spouse took a look around room and said, “well, this is as close as I’ll ever get to an opium den,” before stretching out on some fur carpeting.

The world has changed so dramatically and we’re still going through the motions like it’s the same.

Trying to research light doomsday prepping. I can’t afford a freezer and a generator. I’m not going to buy any guns. I can’t make bread. What’s the point.

Gorilla Tag introduced a hoverboard feature.
To make conversation, I told my kid that Tony Hawk is my age. “I didn’t know he was real,” kid said.

Why people acting like the anglerfish seeing the sun was the best thing ever? Something terrible happened to put him there. He was dying. Some of us like it dark.

The heaviness of being human aside: my kid and his friend did want to play a Weird Al song on the way to the dojo.

Maybe the alternative timeline started when Grump Cat passed?

Yesterday, my work laptop just started counting “one two” over and over in the creepiest, robot voice. I didn’t know it even talked. Legit: I thought it was a nuclear countdown. Like earlier this year when I got a tornado alert on my phone. Spouse or mom didn’t answer the phone.

Sometimes there’s no joy in being right.

My dad asked me if I’d “heard about the bear.” I thought he meant the one who steals bird feed in his neighborhood. “Naw, the one you’re always carrying on about.” Readers: he meant the pandas at the zoo in Washington, D.C.

I like many of Will Ferrel’s creative choices, but I don’t get the monopoly commercial.

We let my precocious 11-year-old watch the first season of “Severance,” fast forwarding past the Kier dancers. Worried about the decision but proud he liked it, I guess.

Child asks what burlap meant. I tell him. He said he thought it was when you burp in a not professional manner.

The space museum is kind of a neurodivergent person’s nightmare.

Before I could stop myself, I gave a Big City Barista a mom pat today.

We’ve now successfully answered two questions about using public transportation to other citizens. #hillbilly #sealegs

I put glitter on because it’s New Year’s Day and child says it’s embarrassing.

Spouse told me I’m not allowed to wave at people ten minutes into the wild of our urban adventure.

Then there were all these folks talking about how they’d had dreams recently about being at a barbecue and learning there’d been a nuclear attack on the East Coast. Not going to look at Reddit anymore.