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There are plenty of interpretations about it.

Either...
- Being very relieved the last year is finally over.
- Deemed that it was 'wasted' time and realized hadn't changed much and thought this reminded of going through it all again.
- Subtly struggling with transitioning, and New Year is a highly associated and a very commonly transitionary year.
- Currently processing something that had happened last year and it just hits you now.
- Really do not like the last year.
- Not really looking forward to this year.
- It just happened that the celebration itself is... Less celebratory than usual.
- Cold season blues.
- Maybe not feeling well somehow?
- Being under stress, transitionary or not, something is or a part of it thought something is going to happen or had happened.
- Disappointed deep down for any reason.
- Wanting change, but do not see any changes that had happened.



Sigh...

In my own case, likely stress.
My household is currently moving out right now. And just woken up very dysregulated, on a cold rain, and having to move out. Dysregulated people around me just utterly do not help.

And somewhat thinking about leaving the job and how to find a new one.

I had a happy last year.

Didn't vibed well with the celebration and countdown.
Didn't helped that I was processing something during those times.

Or who knows?
Maybe I'm sensing something else... I won't be surprised if there's a collective disappointment underneath all of this celebration.

I've always hated January. I never did like the bleeding month of January. I wish that Christmas could be all year round. People take their lights down and the night is black again. I'd go back to school in January just to be rejected by the kids in my regular class. I couldn't understand why other kids in my special class had regular class friends and I didn't. It's bad enough that they stop playing Christmas songs on Boxing Day. I remember feeling a lump in my throat whenever Auld Lang Sang was playing in the background of some of my mum's soap operas, because I knew I'd be back in school, or should I say Purgatory. I quietly counted the minutes, hours and days before the summer holidays would come. It was my accent. Kids hated me because of my accent. It was also the funny way I acted. My love for space and my dislike for small talk.

High school was worse. I'd return to a prison where there was a lack of creativity and self-expression.

It was a real downer seeing my parents insist that everything be packed away and the tree taken down on New Year's Day.

It would be nice if I could hibernate in January and not wake up until February.

i don't care about -out the box thinking- they all sit in that same out of the box box booing the other

in my experience its a short excuse for laziness and pass aggr expecting others to pick up after and before you

"you bring color into my world"
Some months ago (still summer) a total clearly sort of shy stranger mustered up all his courage and told me. He had seen me a few times in the place I usually have coffee between train and bus. It made me happy. It made him happy. We need colour.

And the world decided the color for this year is... no color. white. Bit beige but still white. A weird coincidence but it triggers my 'the world and me are turning in opposite directions' in every single aspect of my being... (ok, that is sort of the 'pervasive' bit I guess). I am color in a world that wants beige.

But I shouldn't really take this so hard. There isn't a single creative person within pantone and hasn't in years. It is marketing design. They want people to notice and that is what they got. It worked. I am no color pro, there is no reason I need to follow this 'color of the year'. And all things considered... (off-)white is not even that bad.

I watched A Christmas Karen yesterday and its turned out to be a gender bender of A Christmas Carol.

I used to think Jump Street was an actual street, probably because my city does have some odd street names.

Also for a long time I used to think homes didn't have electricity until the 1980s.

When I was little, I thought television had been around since 1900.

June Allyson

I thought this was nice. It reminded me of Andy Warhol, and then of all of those parents back in the fifties that would buy 35 or more paper dolls for there daughters, because a physical doll might be too expensive. (true and a little jab-jab mr. rump and its sense of reality.)
I use to make paper dolls of werewolves and other monsters. Werewolves were fun because the face was something one could apply, "wolf" - "not wolf" My werewolves looked more like the Dark Shadows werewolf than the Lon Chaney Jr. wolfman.

I am certain there was a Chuck Jones cartoon where a duck was based on June Allyson, but I cannot find a picture or any references. It may have been a rabbit. On the other hand, the cartoon could have been based on someone else.

(She is in an episode of Murder, She Wrote and I was trying to figure out where I'd seen the actor before. Claude Akins is also in the episode, and it felt so nice to seen him in the role of a nice guy. He played a lot of "heavies" in his career, and sometimes one starts associating a person with the role. It isn't easy to seperate the actor from the character, especially the actor is good. He helped Jessica solve the crime by playing an arcade game. She had her ah-Ah moment.)

I don't know whether you are (hetero-) romantic but I would have found that very romantic, MartineRomy.

A lovely story either way

I wish I understood human things better.

Danke

Another year, another bunch of fools.

I just saw a commercial for a new show on FOX. It's called Best Medicine. From the commercial, I can't help but wonder if it is an American adaptation of Doc Martin?

I looked it up while typing this, and it appears it is a remake.

Also, I found an article, published 13 October 2025 that stated -

We'll see. Martin Clunes is one of kind in my mind. I'm interested in watching it.