Roadrunner is the first movie I’ve seen in theatres since the Pandemic arrived to blow all of our shit up.
I’m happy that I went, out of my own interest, but also out of a familiar concern about “spoilers” that my own lizard brain, acclimated as it is…
As I write this, I’m going on three weeks since my OG Facebook account was closed down.
I say “OG” because I was one of the earlier adopters of the platform back in 2006, when it was still only open to university students (in fact, my original login is my…
Facebook has me unable to post, comment, like other posts, or even use Messenger.
As such, I am shifting my usual status updates to Medium.
Here’s the first one. Not gonna lie to you, friends…this sucks.
That is all.
Jody Aberdeen is an author, ghostwriter, podcaster, foodie, and an early adopter of Facebook from 14 years ago who had his account arbitrarily shut down for being in a group that ran afoul of the Terms of Service. You can follow his griping here for as long as he feels like griping. Jody lives in Dundas, a reluctant subsidiary of Hamilton, in Ontario, Canada.
Welp…as I write this, it’s the night before the first Monday back after New Years, and like many of you, I’m having mixed feelings about it.
Mind you, I recognize my privileges as a fairly successful-to-date ghostwriter: I set my own hours, serve individual clients in a collaborative fashion rather…
Like many of you, I just knew it when I saw it.
The payoff was long in coming. This was no ass-pull on the part of the writers, no deus ex…
Oscar Wilde said “patriotism is the virtue of the vicious”.
On Canada Day, Past Jody wouldn’t stand for that kind of talk.
Present Day Jody, on the other hand, says “it’s complicated”.
Recently, I told some (younger) friends that I was moving to part of town that has a reputation…
This is a meander in two parts, each separated by a few weeks.
The sun rises earlier now, and sets later, but it’s still cold outside. And quiet.
Silent spring nights. Even as everything else about this pandemic kicks my amygdala into overdrive, I’m digging the quiet dark.
There’s an uneasy calm in the air that I’m only now starting to experience as a special flavour of generalized anxiety.
It’s as if I was expecting this, or something like this, to happen sooner or later.
An interruption of our regularly scheduled programming of daily commutes and normal commerce…