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Another year and another rapture that I’ve successfully avoided. So if you’re reading this greetings fellow nonbeliever! time to gear up the bacchanal now those pious types have made their exit. Either that or these oracles have all the accuracy of a blind marksman riding a unicycle.

Sadly I’m leaning towards the latter of the two options and feel like we’ll just keep edging towards the end times inch by inch.

At this point I forget how many of these things I've lived through. I remember one, 2012 maybe when I had to be in Taichung for work as the end of the world didn’t qualify as reason to take the day off. (As an aside, trying to deal with the public transport down there made you wish for a swift exit) Having finished my tasks for the day I took a late lunch of baked goods from Yamazaki bakery and hunkered down outside with a frosty final can of Taiwan beer. Still here… oh well.That was a memorable rapture, palm trees, speedy spotless trains, betel nuts, oppressive humidity, this one not so much.

As for my week, first full week of antipsychotics for my dad – A little calmer initially but the compulsions are sneaking back in. 8 hours of Youtube music at the exclusion of anything else yesterday and as I type this I can hear him blasting the fan in the next room despite being under 2 blankets and it’s a sweltering 10 degrees centigrade. Oh well, on the plus side he’s more docile so there is that.

Moving on from the end times it’s almost October so I guess next for me is to get into a spooky mood, time for my annual month of Hammer Horror and cheesy 80s slasher movies.
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I suppose an introduction is in order seeing as I just opened this account. So - I was born somewhere in the 1900s and am currently living in my own gritty remake of Fraiser. As in I spent a lot of time haunting a bar then moved back home to deal with a crotchety broken hipped parent only mine has in his infinite wisdom decided to demonstrate considerable amount of dementia symptoms whilst somehow passing himself off as reliable when in the presence of healthcare professionals - think the singing frog from the old cartoon if you get my reference? - but otherwise is outsmarted by making toast, requires help with simple tasks yet every now and then turns into a breadknife wielding nightmare every once in a while.

As you can imagine this does little for my mental health and I've been lacking focus when it comes to my writing so let's see what comes from this endeavour. Could be a journal of turning into a parent for my own, maybe I'll finally organise my huge collection of photos from over the years, journal my attempt to finally get round to finishing off my backlog of media, perhaps just a safe space to vent about the trench warfare-esque horror that is dealing with dementia. Or all of the above. Who knows?

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