Dag, I was looking at a list of Oscar winners over the last 20 years and there was one I'd never even heard of.

I mean, there were a bunch I haven't seen because I'm usually not a big fan of self serious Oscar-baity prestige movies because my tastes are weirder than that. But I knew all the other titles and what they were about even if I hadn't seen them.

My brain somehow skipped over 2022 winner Coda. Admittedly we were very busy in March of 2022 buying the house but still keeping track of pop culture is basically what my brain does. At the very least I have the overview. But nope. Nothing on Coda.

A clear case of accelerating old fartism.

Dipping in after catching up on 300 or so posts because I'm at my biweekly coffeehouse writing meetup. Having finished my first goal, 500 words on a short story I'm trying to finish for a submission call that closes 3/31, I'm procrastinating staring on my next goal, which is finishing the draft of the sermon I'm preaching this Sunday.

We're all mostly OK, except Dylan is still looking for work because the market it such a nightmare right now if you're a 50-something manager in a tech field (UX Design, to be specific). He's up to 208 applications, last I checked. When he hit 206 I joked that he'd just passed my childhood area code and hit our current one, so now we hope and pray we don't get anywhere near HIS childhood one, which is 918. Alex just has one more quarter left before he'll have his Associate's in Fine Arts, and he wants to get some work experience before going for his BFA. He'll be 22 next month! I hope he can actually find something at least arts-adjacent. I told him there's nothing wrong with having a mundane day job and doing your art outside of work (Exhibit A, me), but he's worried he wouldn't have the time and focus he needs to do both. Which I am also Exhibit A for, more often than I'd like.

Speaking of, this sermon won't write itself...