I just checked into the Realm after a bit of hell flight. Going to have a rest and wander over to Manuka for dinner at 6.00. I had planned to go to Kingston to the little Japanese place with the good Karaage chicken curry. But it’s closed. Everything is closed. I hate myself for it but I’m thinking of going to Public, just because it’s open.
The Wall Street Journal has called it.
Millennials are starting to feel old.
The first members of the millennial generation, often classified as those born between about 1980 and 1996, begin to turn 43 this year. It’s the average age when Americans stop feeling young, according to a study by Worldwide Independent Network of Market Research.
I have to fly down Monday arvo to give a talk on Tuesday morning. I’ll be staying at the Realm. If anybody wants to grab a curry or something on Monday evening, let me know.
Started okay. Took the dogs for a walk. Did my weights. Cooked up some scrambled eggs. Tried these weird ‘smoked eggs’, too. Can’t say they tasted especially smokey, but they were very dirty, so there’s that, I guess.
You’ll be familiar with the Fermi Paradox, which boils down to where are all the aliens. Until yesterday I hadn’t heard of the Dark Forest theory, to explain it.
Long story short, the aliens are out there, but they’re terrified of the other aliens, and practising planetary shut-the-fuck-up protocols.
We got nipped by the edge of the coldpocalypse eating the southern states this morning. I had to put a beanie on to go for my walk! Intolerable.
Apparently, the surf is up, too. (BondiBoy to confirm.)
Finally got to watch Seven Kings Must Die, and it did not disappoint. I enjoyed it bigly. In between interruptions.
“Have you seen the cat?”
“Did you feed the dogs?”
“Dad, where’s that thing?”
“Are you having a bath?”
“Will you need the car in the morning?”
“Is the cat inside yet?”
“Have you seen my phone?”
“Is that the laundry done?”
“Can I have a cup of tea when you’re done?”
