That’s how I feel right now.

Not in a bad way, mind you. It’s just one of those points in the juggling act that is my life where all the balls are in the air at the same time without my hand touching any of them.

Like when you’re on the swings as a kid and there’s that moment between swings when you are weightless and motionless.

That was always my favorite part of the swings when I was a kid. Those little moments when you aren’t swinging in either direction, you’re just… suspended.

That’s how I feel right now. And it’s kind of nice. It’s a little stressful because I am in the middle of a major piece of homework – the beatsheet for the pilot for my animated sitcom Sam – and I have done the plotline for the one story I have totally fleshed out in my head, and now I have to think of two more. ^[1]

I have two more from back in term 2, but one of them is a “Sam gets a new friend” episode and I don’t want two of those in my pilot episode. He meets his best friend in the first segment and I want to add to the cast slowly so I have time to develop Sam further.

Originally, I thought the format for my show was going to be two 11 minute stories. Then my teacher and classmates helped me decide that I should do the show as fifteen minute episodes and aim it at kids a la Adventure Time.

It will make it a lot more marketable than the strange hybrid beast I had in mind, and it would allow me to have tightly focused episodes without subplots, which is what I want.

But now I sit down to do the beatsheet, and I do what I think will be the first half of the first episode, only to realize it’s only seven beats long.

That suggests that what I will actually end up with is a standard three act half-hour sitcom structure and while there is nothing wrong with that, it’s so far from where I started out that I am left a little dazed by the transition.

But what the heck, a familiar format will help sell it too.

So that’s one thing I am in the middle of, and the biggest of them. But I kind of feel that way about the time of year we are in too. It’s not quite the Xmas season yet, despite what retailers are trying to tell us^[2], but the days are getting very short and there’s a feeling of transition in the air as fall inevitably shades into winter.

And it’s kind of nice, in a way. Certainly, it gives me things to look forward to, and those are vital to my mental health. It should be a very good Xmas for me, for various reasons, and until then I have school to keep me busy.

And I have learned to enjoy that feeling of accelerated time that comes with age. I know it’s an illusion and that the minutes are passing at a minute per minute just like always, and so I don’t get upset and feel like yelling at everything to slow the fuck down.

At least, not yet.

And the great thing about accelerated time sense is that it never feels like I have all that long to wait for stuff. When I was younger, Xmas would seem like it’s a long way off from right now, despite it being less than a month until.

But now, it truly feels like it’s just around the corner. And the same goes for my education. I can’t believe that I am more than half way through my fourth term already. The weeks seem to go past like pages in a book and when I graduate on April 30, it will truly seem like the whole thing was a pleasant interlude on the way to becoming a real life adult.

That’s quite cool.

So while I am not exactly thrilled about being over the hill and gaining speed and I am really not keen on accelerating ever faster towards the grave, it has its advantages.

Of course, there’s another important transition taking place. Trump “transitioning” into being the Preside of the U S of A.

It’s not going well. His future cabinet is shaping up to be a basket full of losers. There’s not a one of them that seems like an A-List type. They are all lightweights without a thing going for them. I mean, when the smartest person in the group is Newt Gingrich, you have some serious fucking problems.

Then again, brains were never the issue with Newt. It was his weak and unstable personality that makes him trip over his own dick over and over again.

I hope Trump’s collection of assholes realizes that he won’t listen to them. If they think that being one of his “advisors” will give them power, they are tragically mistaken. He doesn’t listen to anyone because age has made him too stupid (where it counts) to take in new information and his ego convinces him that he knows “enough” at all times.

Sadly, they will still be the heads of various parts of the US government, but I am pretty sure that an agile bureaucrat will be able to keep them from actually doing damage to the country while leaving them free to damage themselves and the government they are part of with what they say as much as they want.

Never thought I would be rooting for the Sir Humphreys of the world to win!

A lot of the doom and gloom being forecast by hysterical liberals presumes competence and intention. I don’t think Trump’s monkey show will have either.

They can still do a lot of damage accidentally, Dubya’s regime taught us that. so I am not saying it is sunny skies ahead for the US and the world.

I am just saying we would be far worse off if that clown car of cabinet cronies had someone competent as ringleader.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.