Nonsensical Babblings

I suppose, as your Mad Admin, I should make one last post here at the end of the year.

I still don’t really have anything to say, though. That seems sort of strange, I know; everywhere else on the internet are people pouring out every thought (or more often, emotion) that enters their head. I fail to see much point in that.

I’m sure some head shrinker somewhere would claim I’m depressed and want to pump me full of drugs. I am not depressed though — I am merely melancholy.

Next year I might start posting a bit about anime again. That’s unlikely to cause anyone to hunt me down and eliminate me. I mean, it’s not a guarantee or anything. The odds are low, but not zero.

That’s that

I have completed the sale of my childhood home.

My parents purchased the home before it was built. Our family moved in when it was completed — I was eight months old. Both my parents lived out the rest of their lives there. As adults my sisters moved in and out as their various relationships waxed and waned. I lived there through college and my first job afterwards. Moved out for that second job and never moved back. I visited, but never stayed there again more than a few days in a row. But it belonged to my family for over 50 years.

From my share of the proceeds I will soon be, for only the second time in my adult life, completely out of debt.

But I can’t go home again.

A man’s got to know his limitations

Your mad admin in the process of selling his childhood home. I don’t want to sell it, really, but I can’t live there and my sisters have their own circumstances so either can’t or choose not to live there either. We tried to rent it to a relative, but that fell through before it even started; at least the relative never moved in. Hence, the regretful but necessary sale.

I am not a good negotiator.

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Life, Death, etc.

My mother passed away recently. Not from any disease, or condition, or accident. Just reached the end of her time. It wasn’t unexpected like my father’s passing was, so there’s less shock, I suppose.

I can already see the fights ahead between my siblings over aspects of her estate, which to me is silly because there pretty much wasn’t any. I’m going to get to play referee again, I suppose. When your mad admin is in a situation where he’s the voice of reason, it’s a pretty messed up situation.

I might get a bit more frequent in my posting here. One of the reasons I didn’t post much was the admittedly low, but not zero, chance of something I say here getting back in some way to negatively affect my parents. Well they’re both safe from the slings and arrows of this damned world, so I might speak up a bit more. It doesn’t seem to matter much to me anymore if I move up on some list somewhere of those to be liquidated.

But maybe I won’t anyway. As all Readers are purely Mythical, after all.

Writing to write

I suppose, dear Mythical Reader, that as your mad admin I should post something, here on this last day of the year. If only to make my post count for the year slightly higher.

However, these days saying anything of note just brings trouble. Most anything I have to say about anything going on the world aren’t worth the trouble to say, and are already being said by someone else anyway. Usually said better than a mad admin would say it, as well.

I could tell more of my personal life, I suppose, but the details of a lonely old man who is slowly going mad — well, okay, more mad — are hardly of any import.

Things from the past

I finally got the old Windows 7 computer, that I’ve been dragging behind me in a moving box for the last three years, up and running again. There were no hardware problems with it, other than I’m not sure if it’s the mini-Display Port port on my monitor, or the Display Port on the video card, which doesn’t work. Or maybe the cable was bad. I used to use DVI or whatever on the old monitor lo those many years ago, but I can’t use it with the current monitor; fortunately I had an HDMI cable and both the monitor and video card speak HDMI.

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Hobbies passed by

The problem with being interested in a lot of things, is that you don’t usually have time for everything that you’re interested in. Work especially takes up a lot of time for most people. Now that I’m retired, I have loads more time, but not enough money.

Such is life.

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