Build me a bridge/love rollercoaster/Above the clouds
This morning’s earworms
What a motherfucking Monday, December 15, 2025, has turned out to be. It had been a decent weekend. Mike came over on Friday and left Sunday night. That was fine; it was good having him around. Bill was on the road and did not come back until Saturday afternoon, and it was wonderful having him back home.
We’ve been having problems with the drain in the kitchen sink. It’s been backing up, and we’ve been using a plunger. Unfortunately, the water was not going down the drain but rather, into the washing machine. On Friday evening, when I usually do my laundry, I was all set, thinking I would have to stand by the sink during the wash.
I opened the lid and poured a cup of detergent into the machine when I noticed that it was half filled with dirty dishwater. So I gathered my laundry and walked over to the laundromat, where it was washed and folded, and ready 24 hours later. Tomas at the laundromat does a good job.
The showerhead I installed back in September had a bit of a leak, which I kept putting off, but would have to tighten it eventually. Saturday night, Bill went to bed early, and Mike and I shot videos of each other for a Facebook group.
On Sunday, Robert the ‘super’ came by and used a snake to go through the drain, and Bill was with Robert on that front. It seemed to have worked initially, but we soon found out that it did not work at all. In fact, Stephanie, in the apartment below us, knocked on our door to let us know that our drains were backing up into her apartment.
It was disconcerting. Mike eventually went back to his crib, and Bill and I caught up on TV shows we usually watch together. He was in bed soon enough and I followed soon after.
I woke up at the usual time for a Monday morning. I headed into the shower, where I found the showerhead was completely useless and soaked me and the bathroom. I yelled out ‘Fuck’ and Bill thought I had fallen, which is a fear of mine lately.
I removed the showerhead and had an awkward shower. After the shower, I sat at my computer and did what I always do, visit the Hunger Site and then post on that Met-ah website. A bit after 7 AM, I was outside in the 19° weather. I got my bagel and carefully walked to the PATH train. There was about 2.5 inches of snow from Saturday into Sunday, and whatever melted on Sunday was frozen on Monday morning, and people did not shovel their sidewalks.
Manhattan was bearable except for the cold winds blasting down the canyons of the city. I made it to my desk and started my day. The restart of the computer had the windows from Friday reopen, and Meta-ah was one of the tabs. It was shut down due to an accusation of sharing photos of the sexualization of children.
I immediately appealed the decision and did so numerous times throughout the day. There has been no reply from Met-ah. That leads me to think it was decided by some artificial intelligence. I have absolutely no idea what Met-ah was talking about and asked to see it, but I have seen nothing.
I have no clue as to where I stand. My dear friend RoDa may have been accused of something similar; he was accused of posting naughty photos. Neither one of us has any idea where we stand or even if we stand. But we stand together in the artificial intelligence dock.
