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I have even less to update you on today than I did yesterday. Shobhit was going to pick me up from work and then take us to Costco, but he changed his mind when he decided the gas in the car will last until this weekend. I took the walk/rail hybrid route home: walk to Seattle Center; Monorail to Westlake Center; Light Rail to Capitol Hill; walk home from Cal Anderson Park. It took me about forty minutes, thanks to the wait for Light Rail.
When I got home, Shobhit was deep into some TV show, and had already watched both
Belfast and
Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings (although he kept calling it "Shangri-La," very much confusing me), so he was not likely to want to watch another movie in the evening. I left him to his daily news programs and, after heating up leftovers for dinner, I spent basically the rest of the evening in the bedroom. I spent a good amount of time reconstructing and editing more playlists in iTunes. I've been going though my year-by-year playlists, the ones consisting of tracks from the twenty albums I listened to the most times that year. For each year, I do two playlists: one as a countdown based on the number of times I listened to the album the track was from; one as a better sequenced playlist, the latter being the versions I prefer listening to. I've been listening to each one as I recreate them, which has been kind of a fun walk through memory lane.
I did 2004, 2005 and 2006 last night, so that meant six playlists. With each one, I save a backup to my hard drive. A lesson hard learned.
The last thing I did was watch a new HBO comedy special I only knew about because this young comedian, named Moses Storm, was a guest on this week's podcase episode of
Conan O'Brien Needs a Friend. The special, called
Trash White, was very well constructed, very entertaining and quite funny. I had been longing for a new comedy special to watch and that effectively filled the void.
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I can't really think of anything else to report on. I suppose I could mention that it appears Ivan has joined Twitter, but on his bio there he uses his legal name, which he has long told me he hates. I only know because he followed me and I got a notification. He had only six others on his follow list, only one of which made any sense to me: Tommy, my previous roommate. Maybe he doesn't want others to know it's him and that's why he used his real name? I don't know. Three of the others are kind of shockingly bizarre: hard-right personalities like Matt Walsh and Ben Shapiro. Ivan has never indicated himself to be any kind of rightwing nut, so I don't know if he's following them for entertainment value or what. And although the handle he chose includes two references, one to his birthday (same as mine), that make sense for it to really be him, this all made me suspicious. I sent him a screenshot over Facebook Messenger to ask if it's really him or if maybe someone is pretending to be him.
Well, it must actually be him. He hasn't responded, but the Twitter account no longer follows me. So, that seems to have been his response: to unfollow me. I suspect he wasn't thinking about how easy it would be for someone to see things like this—that the account followed me, or that he unfollowed me there. The account says "Joined February 2022," which would mean he literally created the account just yesterday. I think maybe he doesn't quite understand yet how Twitter works.
In any case, the whole thing is very odd, and I guess even after knowing him for eight years, Ivan remains a legitimate enigma. I have a feeling he likes it that way.
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[posted 12:24 pm]
