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I'm thankful for four-day weekends
Happy Monday after Thanksgiving.
I don’t have a much to say (or write, I guess) this week. This holiday weekend has been marked with a lot of food and a lot of inactivity. I don’t see the need in changing that.
We’ll go back to normal next Monday, but before we do, here’s some quick thoughts:
Four-day weekends are great. I would advocate for them to be standard, but then I feel like that would make them less fun. It’s like when they aired the primetime version Who Wants to Be a Millionaire five nights a week. How many times can we watch people kinda-sorta get close to winning the big prize each night before the whole experience loses its sheen? (The show was yanked off of primetime not too long after that decision, so there’s your answer.)
R.I.P. Stephen Sondheim. “Move On” might be the greatest musical theatre number of all time? If not, it’s up there.
This Detroit Threat Management dude is going to get someone killed. If you’re not familiar, he posts various short videos on the internet showing techniques that aim to “improve your survivability” when faced with a dangerous situation – like if someone comes at you swinging a bat or holding you at gunpoint. Maybe these techniques actually do work with practice and perfection, but the problem here is that an inordinate amount of people are going to assume that they too can be like John Wick just by copying what a man wearing fingerless gloves and a tablet-sized wristwatch says and does in these 30-second videos. I, for one, would be embarrassed if you all heard that I perished while essentially yelling “Swiper, no swiping” at a child abductor.