The more things change, the more they stay the same.

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Last updated on January 27th, 2024 at 11:10 am

How true the old cliché is. It seems to me that the world’s just breezing by me at the speed of light while others around me grow. New jobs, new homes, new lives. It’s almost as if being here is what’s keeping me from happiness. Not that I haven’t mentioned this speculation before. Everyone I know is out there doing their own thing, carving their name on a piece of the world. And where am I? Still living with my mummy and daddy, ever stagnant in my life. Everyone and everything has changed so much. Why not with me? What have I done wrong? What am I doing wrong?

Here I go, thinking too much again. I’ve decided to educate myself in PHP (PHP: Hypertext Processor for the non-web developers) so that I can get my comic site running efficiently. It dawns on me, however, that until my PHP codes are where I’d like them to be, perhaps I should settle with HTML pages. Well, that was interesting, now wasn’t it?

Good weekend America, and welcome to the Canadian Thanksgiving Weekend. I really can’t tell you why we hold ours in October—I’m fairly sure it has little to do with your pilgrims, and we weren’t so big on the entire First Peoples (Natives) slaughtering thing, so… go look that up for yourself. I’m fairly sure the weekend will be rather boring. I’d like to see Kill Bill, but I don’t really have anyone to see it with. Which sucks. But I’ll see it eventually believe you me.

No, I think this weekend will be best spent studying and doing menial chores that really do nothing for my development as an individual. It’s possible (not probable) that I’ll produce some half-decent artwork and maybe even work on a song or two. However, I see moping around as a probable event that may come up multiple times.

Sometimes I wish a future version of me would come to visit and tell me that everything’s going to turn out fine. Because it looks bleak right now. Like I’ll end up as another yuppie child, stuck in an office job which I loathe, saving up my money to spend in my retirement and hand over to my children when I leave this earth without a trace. Will I be forced to become generic? Another stone on the walk of life?

People often say I think too much. And I agree. With that, I leave you. Happy Thanksgiving, Canada. Have a good weekend, rest of the world.

The second logo for Casey Palmer, Canadian Dad


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