Day 77. 128,036 words.
Held a party in Bar Äijä’s last night to celebrate the arrival of our Ancestry DNA test results. I don’t really have time to go into it right now but I assume the party will go fine and I will have a hangover today.
It was also St. Patrick’s Day, and I’ve had bad luck with St. Patrick’s Days since around 2008. Hopefully getting back in the kilt and putting Guinness in Bar Äijä’s will make the whole thing reset back to good times.
Nothing much else to add for today. Back to work tomorrow.
Weeee.
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I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends.
Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages?
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Are you 100% Australian like Sean Hannity is 100% Irish? XD
Talk about virtue signalling. Yeesh. I remember the good ole’ days in murrica when the Irish were the bad ones.
Ok I don’t REMEMBER so much as am historically aware and therefore intellectually informed about current trends.
Funnily enough, we had some very interesting DNA results. And not surprisingly, my genes are dominated by British, Northern English, Scottish, Welsh, Irish and cancer.
May add some more details in later. But it was a grand party. Guinness was demolished, whiskey was sipped, and I sent at least one set of drunken (but exquisitely HTML’d, dreameling can confirm!) WhatsApp messages.
But pure white as the driven snow, right? White enough to make a Nazi jealous? XD
No, I had ~1% North African! *dances obliviously*