9 Feb 2026

I want to go on vacation

Don’t tell my boss, but I am thinking about vacation. I am thinking about spending creative energy making something that will not convert or have any business value whatsoever. I am thinking about running off into the metaphorical field of flowers and playing with toys.

The standard disclaimer: the job is fine. I think labouring for a company just becomes intolerable, no matter the company, after a period of time. Sometimes that time is very short, when the job is bad; in this case, it is probably a normal amount of time. This is perhaps the kind of thing a good reset can fix—like going on vacation, or doing something that doesn’t have to do with computers, or hitting my head against the wall—but we just had December. Isn’t it too soon to abscond.

I shan’t get into the worldly horrors that kind of make everything seem meaningless. I keep thinking that what will fix me is a cat, which I can pick up or even just look at every day, which will reaffirm that not everything sucks and is terrible and actually, I am being melodramatic. What’s job fatigue to a cat.

Some things I enjoyed recently:

  • Rewatched Moulin Rouge!, in theatres this time. I think my type of movie is maximalist. There is absolutely nothing chill about it. I’m rewatching Romeo + Juliet in theatres soon too.
  • Started reading House of Leaves, and I’m excited for it to get really fucking weird.
  • I really like the opening title for No Time to Die.

You know, I really thought this list was going to be longer.

Things I fantasize about doing on vacation, by which I mean staycation:

  • Sleeping for 7+ hours
  • Reading a lot of comics
  • Drawing badly, hopefully in pursuit of drawing better
  • Writing all the blog posts I want to write

Due to these traitorous vacation thoughts that would get me executed by firing squad (just kidding), I have built a very advanced (it is a boolean) new feature, just for this post, that I’m calling “stealth mode”; i.e. this post is suppressed on my website’s blog archive, though the permalink exists, and is mostly going to be read by you RSS sickos (affectionate) who actually subscribe to the blog feed. I hope this list includes absolutely zero of my professional colleagues. If so—sorry. Slack me.

To offset this post’s intense melodrama, may I offer you this: yesterday’s hourly comic day, where I try to be funny instead.