Night Owl Cards

Adult life is all about demands on your time. That's all it is, scrambling from one thing to the next, forgetting important dates or tasks or interests because your brain has run out of room. I've been dealing with it for years and complaining about it on the blog for a long time, too. But I didn't know anything until I reached 2019. Ever since my parents' passings, I've been attempting to catch up. There's still plenty of aftermath to handle, nowadays it's all about finances. I just got a call on a financial matter because I haven't tended to something basically because I've had no time. At the moment of that call, I felt like I was being pulled in 100 different directions. I even feel like I'm being pulled in too many directions with my collection, too. With all of my interests, I find it difficult to focus when I have a little cash. Recently I used a portion of my payment from my latest Beckett Vintage Collector article to hit up COMC...

Facebook. What a disaster. I've been a participant for five years now but have always navigated it like walking through a questionable neighborhood after dark. Why are the people that I thought I knew so weird on here? Why do they love wine, cats and guns so much? Why do they sound like my 78-year-old uncle railing about the government? And how do these ads know what I like to buy? With the hearings on Capitol Hill, I still don't know exactly what Facebook is accused of doing (and please don't tell me), but it kind of looks like the beginning of the end for the media platform. Actually, I thought the beginning of the end started about two years ago when people became noticeably more grim and annoying in their posting. It made me miss the relatively lighthearted, nonsensical days of Facebook. Farmville and all that garbage. I didn't participate in any of it, but who didn't enjoy watching video of someone pouring a large bucket of ice water on their head? T...