Welcome, 2025!

Went to see John Oliver tonight. He was GREAT! He really drove home the point of understanding history, not so you can feel great about your country, but so you can understand why some things are they way they are, to learn from them, and to make better choices going forward. See also, for the love of all that is holy, can people who are NOT experts stop thinking they ARE on everything? It’s like I always say, getting a C in high school biology and watching a few YouTube videos do not mean you know more than the hive of PhDs and MDs who devote their careers to understanding something.

But the U.S. is just chock full of people who embody the Dunning-Kruger effect, and it is our undoing.

This leads me to my resolutions for 2025.

Ignore the ignorant. Whether it’s mansplainers who want to tell me about things I’ve covered extensively as a medical journalist as though they are imparting new knowledge, dudebros online who think women can “hold in” their periods, conspiracy theorists, anti-vaxxers, omnivores who ask where I get my protein, people who natter on about critical race theory but when you ask them what it is they cannot tell you, cryptoboys, Musk bronies and other bootlickers of billionaires, or D.C. political pontificators, they’re getting muted, restricted, blocked, walked away from, and otherwise banished from my sphere without warning or response.

I’ve already started doing this in that I removed from my friends list a particularly annoying acquaintance who tried to lecture me on how Virginia “has been Blue for over 40 years” when discussing the last presidential election. Uh, yeah, with the exception of 1964, Virginia was Red from 1952 until 2008, when the Commonwealth went Blue for Barack Obama. 2024 – 2008 = 16, not 40. It wasn’t the first time he tried to mansplain something he was wrong about to me, and I just don’t have time for that kind of nonsense.

Work on my fitness. The exercise part will be easy enough. I happen to like exercise and tracking exercise in my planner. I liked last year’s planner so much, I got a similar one by the same company this year.

Two dayplanners, 2024 beneath 2025.

It’s the nutrition part that will require discipline. Fortunately, I have roughly eleventy billion empty journals and pretty notebooks of all different sizes. The only thing that has ever worked for me is to use measuring cups and spoons and write down everything I put into my maw. Otherwise, I’ll blow it on pasta, cereal, nuts, beans, and spreads. Some stuff, I just cannot eyeball.

Resume my tarot practice. Again. I really fell off of that last year. I do love it, though. It helps me think things through and I love the cards themselves. They’re little works of art you can hold in your hand. Plus, I’m fairly good at it. My brain loves to find patterns.

Write some prose other than articles, blogs, and journal entries. I’m thinking maybe creative nonfiction, timed fiction, flash fiction, personal essays, or even some short stories. I may end up doing it on long weekends or staycations, but so be it. Whether I share it publicly is another story.

Renew my travel resolution. Again. Back in 2020, I set a few rules for myself. First, I had to travel at least three times a year. Second, one of those places had to be somewhere I’d never been before. Third, one of those places could not be for work. Fourth, Baltimore is too close to count as travel. Unfortunately the pandemic and then the heart attack kept me from sticking to this, but I WILL do it this year, so help me.

And that’s a wrap for Holidailies, kids! Hang onto your hats like Frosty here, because I sense 2025 is going to be a wild and windy one! Oh, and if you’re reading on WordPress, please do subscribe. I bombed the November writing project because I had to travel for work, but I think 2025 is going to provide a good bit of blog fodder. Stick around!

A Frosty the Snowman Christmas ornament.

Alphabetically Sunday Stealing

Sunday Stealing is still on vacation, so here’s an old one.

A – Ambition: To actually be able to retire. That’s not looking likely. And lemme tellya, if Trumpty-Dumpty and Apartheid Clyde try to do anything to Social Security and Medicare, I will join whatever class-action suit needs to be rendered against them.

B – Birthday: October 21

C – Computer: PC, always. Currently a Dell that is 5 years old. I really should buy a new one before any tariffs kick in. Maybe after Christmas but before the coronation.

D – Dream: I love the one I have of Marko Saaresto (front man of Poets of the Fall) in which we’re standing in a famous D.C. bookstore called Kramer’s and he asks me to help him pick out a book for a child relative back in Finland. I pull out my tablet and type in a line from one of his songs–“I’m secretly grateful you’re sharing this moment with me” from “No End, No Beginning”–and he says “thank you” and we pick out a book and then have lunch and people-watch. Now pardon me if I cry for a second because I was supposed to be at this concert and one in Manchester with my friend Tracy while on vacation in England for a week, but my heart attack said otherwise.

E – Exercise: Cardiokickboxing, interval training, interval treadmill, and The Firm because I’m old school like that.

F – Favorite Food: Today it’s grapes. Tomorrow it might be something else.

G – Garden: Would love to have one. Wouldn’t love to work on it.

H – Hobby: Coloring. And I still have not finished that stupid snowflake!

I – Idol: Joaquin Phoenix. His compassion for animals humbles me.

J – Job: Health writer. Oh, excuse me, I write for clinicians so they’re calling people like me medical journalists now.

K – Kids: Too gamey.

L – Location: Virginia

M – Military: Should only be deployed as a last resort.

N – Name or Nickname: T-bird

O – Optimist or Pessimist: Cynical optimist. Yes, there is such a thing. Ever hear of “plan for the worst but hope for the best?”

P – Pets: I miss mine.

Q – Quote: I hate writing. I love having written. — Dorothy Parker

R – Reads: Mystery, horror, historical.

S – School: Gee Dubya, Class of ’88.

T – Travel: Yes, please.

U – Unfulfilled ambition: One day I will get some fiction published. Or poetry. Or something other than journalism.

V – Vacation spot: I used to love ski resorts. No idea now. I haven’t had a real vacation where I go somewhere far away for at least week in years. Many years. Might have been my honeymoon in 2001. I can’t remember. See: crying, above.

W – Wardrobe: Mostly athletic wear for hiking and the gym.

X – X-tra facts about me: White people say my eyes are brown. People of color say my eyes are hazel. People of color are correct.

Y – Years online: 25

Z – Zodiac sign: Libra sun, Aquarius moon, Sagittarius rising.

Well, that was fun!

A few entries ago, I wrote of my mother’s mistaken belief that Emperor Penguins were six feet tall. Speaking of huge penguins…

I wonder if Pesto will ski, like today’s ornament, one of my new ones from this year.

A Christmas ornament featuring a skiing penguin.

The Real American Horror Story

Whoops. Missed a day yesterday. On the anniversary of my heart-attack, no less. And by the time I’m done writing now, it will be too late to count as a Saturday post. Ah, well, sometimes life gets in the way of projects like this.

Been watching episodes of Creepshow this weekend as I laze around trying to not succumb to whatever it is my body appears to be fighting off. The first season was pretty good! There were a few episodes involving kids and teenagers and oh, how I love it when the bully gets it in the end.

Also watched Hold Your Breath. This may be the first time I don’t like something involving Sarah Paulson. There was nothing wrong with it. It just didn’t hold my interest, and when the movie ended as I was goofing off on my phone, I didn’t bother to go back and see the ending. I blame that on the writing, not Paulson. If she can’t save a thriller or horror flick, no one can. If you really want to see what she can do, check out the 2020 series Ratched. She was phenomenal in that. And it’s delicious fun to see how Nurse Ratched got started on her path before One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Vincent D’Onofrio, Cynthia Nixon, Sharon Stone, and Finn Wittrock were great in that, too. Actually, the whole cast was, but Paulson was made to play Nurse Ratched.

This is one of the few psychological thrillers set in psychiatric hospitals that I can watch, actually. I generally don’t like horror in settings like that. Same for the ghost-chaser shows. I feel it stigmatizes mental illness and casts it as evil. The vast majority of people with mental illness are not violent and do not pose a threat to other people. If they pose a risk to anyone, it’s to themselves.

Except for the red-headed buffoon running for President.

I heard that. I’m inclined to agree that there is something wrong with him, seriously, organically wrong, but I’m not a mental health professional and even if I were, there’s something called the Goldwater Rule where mental health professionals are reminded not to diagnose or discuss people they have not examined personally. For me, it’s enough that his views, behavior, temperament, and felony convictions make him unsuitable for national office of any kind, much less to lead a nation. How he’s even an option now blows my mind. The horror there is that so many people blindly worship him. Cult, indeed. And speaking of Sarah Paulson…

I didn’t have quite that reaction in 2016, but if that man gets into office again, I probably will. Pretty sure a certain subset of the American population will react like the Evan Peters character, too. They don’t call ’em Trump-humpers for nothing!

Anyway, that’s as far into politics as I want to get here. It really is an American horror story.

And now for today’s candy, Twix! It’s the one time I find the right side as palatable as the left.

BTW, the left and right sides of a Twix are the same, but in 2012 Twix came up with a great marketing campaign pitting the two against each other. Twelve years later, that campaign is still going. Whoever thought it up should get a raise.