A First Quarter Newsletter

Hey! Great to be back in front of your foxy eyeballs. My last post was back in '23, so I thought it might be nice to pull out the BIC ballpoint and get caught up. 

As Ross might say, a few things have pivahhhht-ed. At its onset, 2024 showed unmitigated promise. The year opened with my Huskies earning the college football silver medal following their greatest season ever. Just twelve days later, my baby girl was married in a ceremony that was so much fun, no more fun was available for the rest of the month. 

My wife came down with covid two days after the wedding, then I caught it. A week after that, just as things seemed to be returning to normal, I was laid off from a company I'd been with for 32 years. Shocking? Yes, like a bad dream. Surprising? Not really. Artificial intelligence is upon us, and it was apparently time for the robots to take over designing ads and emails. I can hear their metal fingers tapping the keyboard as they work silently in long rows. They don't take lunch breaks or waste time in the bathroom stalls because they don't eat. And go ahead and get rid of the Keurig because robots don't drink coffee either. So many wins. 

I've been hemming and hawing about further discussing my joblessness. It happened over two months ago now and I already thoroughly plastered it across LinkedIn and Facebook. Before that, I posted this cryptic IG story: 

A lot of you reached out in the ensuing days and weeks with words of encouragement and empathy. This was huge. I'd never been laid off before, and I really think I'd gotten to the point of considering myself unlayoffable, which I realize now was a little naive. Regardless of who we are or what we do, there's always a chance that the coach is going to want to see you in her office on a random Thursday morning. And yes, bring your playbook.  

I did finish the puzzle in late March:

And that's about it. Tragically, I learned that All My Children and One Life to Live went off the air a while back, so I'm working through how to fill that hole in my daytime life. I've been looking for jobs, both freelance and otherwise, and collecting unemployment. Life's not too shabby. I've had the time to go for really long walks and write a little bit more. In fact, since you are a loyal reader, I'll let you in on this headline I wrote for the Needling that I didn't really tell anyone about since it's, well, inflammatory: 

Like I said, I just came up with the headline, but the whole article is here.

To close out, here are a few more fake headlines that were not selected. You might notice that I was a little salty about the way things shook out in college football:

• New UW coach Fisch vows to give Huskies the best months of his life.

• South Lake Union poodle fed up, leaves Instagram.

• Overworked mom enters transfer portal.
• Coach DeBoer sidelined with sexually transmitted infection after fucking so many schools.
• WSU to have bake sale for football team Thursday night at the Elks Club. 

• New Carnation Amphitheater hopes to compete with larger venues by also making your departure a living hell.

• Banned from sheriff's association, Loren Culp fine with just being the town drunk.
• Citing years of futility, Mariners petition MLB for aluminum bats and an extra outfielder.

I hope you're doing well. Take care of yourself and try not to think about the election yet.