finally

I just got home amid all of the New Year traffic. Weird being home before 1am. Hmmm... weird year on some levels, while on others it was meh or sad when not rather wonderful.
Not sure how I feel about my dad passing. I didn't get along with him once his illness got him deranged into thinking all healthcare should be free. He was afraid of dying and he channeled his anxiety into wasteful activities. He probably spent more time campaigning for BHO and ACA than he did visiting his grandkids. I know he meant well most of the time but he took my libertarian views as being fascist or something.
Well, I'm not going to dwell on what my dad was so much as what I would hope to improve upon towards my three kids' upbringing. I'm a deeply flawed person, but I don't drink, smoke or do drugs, so I have potential to set goals and expect to achieve elements of said goals.
I'm going to try to be nicer than I have been in the past. I want people to say, "Dylan is thoughtful." Actually gave my spare Fitbit away the last day of 2015. I got a hug in return.
A few years ago I tried to blog daily, and the blog wasn't much most days. I neglected it and segued here. Maybe I'm done there. I don't get much traffic like the old blog, but this marks the 50th post. I started the old blog when I was between jobs and collecting unemployment. I did some mildly wrong things to get the stats inflated, but it never generated income, so tipping the scale means I have no idea why people came upon it.

I think I had over a million visits in 2015, but totals fluctuated depending upon the algorithm, I guess.

I'm not planning on blogging daily. I should sleep more. I should try to get a career. I need to network or something 'cause the Internet alone hasn't yielded me much after all these years.

nothing to report, onto 2016

I was annoyed that I had a suspicious mole that only was seen because I am bald and started to shave my head. It's currently nothing, but could turn to melanoma, so I'm getting it removed next week. I wasn't worried. I was just annoyed and feared the ironic aspects, in case it were of the cancer variety. I don't fear death, rather I fear being in pain or being a burden to my family. Pain... for the sake of pain without hope of being recovered is worse than death itself on so many levels. Then again, death is forever, while science and miracles do happen from time to time to rid horrid pain and the like.
I am very happy. There's room for improvement, but as a whole, I have a wonderful existence at the present. Regardless of my vomiting the other day or my pending mole removal.

Force Awakens, spoiler

K and I saw Episode VII on his birthday, and we agree it's not bad. We feel it's in the stature of A New Hope and Empire Strikes Back. In fact, take those two and blend themes... you have The Force Awakens.
Spoiler alert.

itchy

Biopsies take 2 weeks for results, supposedly. Guess I'll end/start my year with either good or not good news.
I've yet to check under the band aids, but the areas itch.

501st visits library

seems Bernie Sanders wants to waste your money for his ego

A month ago, I read that Bernie Sanders' opponent already secured a majority of superdelegates' pledge support. The Democratic primaries are then moot, right?

Yet, Senator Sanders campaigns and essentially panhandles from the non-billionaire class. He proudly spends their money.

Weird to think, but he's taking money from the have-nots so he can be in the limelight waging his loser campaign.

He complains about Trump getting all of the campaign media attention, but he doesn't mention he's already lost the primary via pledged superdelagates.

Yet, he blames Koch brothers for not promoting democracy:



Of course, my understanding of the Democratic Primaries is limited to my understanding of Operation Chaos, which predates my ever listening to talk radio.

With Hillary's nomination essentially sealed, how long before she has her minions in the media let Bernie's fans know so they can return the favor in the '16 Republican primaries?

moles

Wife has been annoying me about a mole on my head since I started shaving my head. It's been less than a year because I haven't been shaving my head that long. I am having it scraped next week for a biopsy, along with a couple other moles. I'm not sure if I'm worried as much as I am annoyed. I'll die one day, and somethings are beyond my control. Hopefully it's nothing, but I'm mostly hoping so wife won't be pissed at me for putting off seeing doctor a few months.