2020: Journal in Review
Dec. 31st, 2020 08:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
krpalmerI survived 2020. That’s something I’ve been wanting to say for a while. I have to admit I’d “hoped against hope” in February and the first days of March, but after Friday, March the 13th I did get to confirm that keeping to myself whenever possible is just as endurable as when I was getting out to social settings because I thought it would be good for me. The only problem is that in controlling my exposure to other people, I kept wondering about everything I touched, imagining myself endlessly spreading contamination from anything brought inside save in the instants just after I’d washed my hands. Still, if I can survive a bit more at a time, eventually I’ll have survived next year as well. In the meantime, I’ve gone back to the first line of the first post of each month.
January: Getting “home for the holidays” gave me a chance to see the stars from the countryside.
February: For the past few weeks I’d been noticing a funny sort of rumbling rattle from the back of my car whenever I rounded a turn, as if something was rolling around loose behind me.
March: While I haven’t seen the anime series proclaimed “the most satisfying of 2019,” that report still caught my attention for a subtitle that 35.15 million people in Japan watched anime last year.
April: It’s been more than possible for a good while now to be aware “these works of animation you’ve come to find the look of appealing, with the audio usually delivered in a language you still have next to no understanding of, aren’t that connected to reality.”
May: At the start of last month I’d read the last of the new manga I’d found and bought just before the area bookstore closed.
June: Trying to keep up the habit of scraping words together to post to an online journal and play at what some people make a more noticed matter of, I haven’t settled on a single, apparently innocuous subject but on a handful.
July: So far as “keeping up with the crowd” went, three months ago I’d known several anime series I’d watched in previous seasons had new continuations and some altogether new shows had managed to catch my eye too.
August: For all the unfortunate thoughts about it being better to “keep your distance” (which might connect to my taking note of three Mars probes launching in recent days), the test flight of the Crew Dragon capsule to the space station had a scheduled return-to-Earth date, and I happened to be able to watch the streaming coverage that day, checking in for the rocket burn that would brake the capsule out of orbit.
September: At just about the last moment in a self-set evaluation period of a new mobile music game in the Love Live franchise, I sorted out I could collect even the most valuable daily reward in School Idol Festival All Stars without having to plug through ten two-minute rounds every day, and supposed I could keep playing it a bit longer.
October: The animation industry in Japan did seem to be rallying three months ago.
November: The announcement a molecule of possible biological origin had been detected in the atmosphere of Venus drew my attention back to a world I hadn’t thought about very much for a while, but I did think at the time there had been other hopeful announcements in that vein that had just sort of faded from wider attention.
December: Returning to the opening episodes of the anime OVAs listed on a preserved poster for the first club show I attended at university had been enjoyable in general, in a way that seemed a bit broader than sheer nostalgia.
January: Getting “home for the holidays” gave me a chance to see the stars from the countryside.
February: For the past few weeks I’d been noticing a funny sort of rumbling rattle from the back of my car whenever I rounded a turn, as if something was rolling around loose behind me.
March: While I haven’t seen the anime series proclaimed “the most satisfying of 2019,” that report still caught my attention for a subtitle that 35.15 million people in Japan watched anime last year.
April: It’s been more than possible for a good while now to be aware “these works of animation you’ve come to find the look of appealing, with the audio usually delivered in a language you still have next to no understanding of, aren’t that connected to reality.”
May: At the start of last month I’d read the last of the new manga I’d found and bought just before the area bookstore closed.
June: Trying to keep up the habit of scraping words together to post to an online journal and play at what some people make a more noticed matter of, I haven’t settled on a single, apparently innocuous subject but on a handful.
July: So far as “keeping up with the crowd” went, three months ago I’d known several anime series I’d watched in previous seasons had new continuations and some altogether new shows had managed to catch my eye too.
August: For all the unfortunate thoughts about it being better to “keep your distance” (which might connect to my taking note of three Mars probes launching in recent days), the test flight of the Crew Dragon capsule to the space station had a scheduled return-to-Earth date, and I happened to be able to watch the streaming coverage that day, checking in for the rocket burn that would brake the capsule out of orbit.
September: At just about the last moment in a self-set evaluation period of a new mobile music game in the Love Live franchise, I sorted out I could collect even the most valuable daily reward in School Idol Festival All Stars without having to plug through ten two-minute rounds every day, and supposed I could keep playing it a bit longer.
October: The animation industry in Japan did seem to be rallying three months ago.
November: The announcement a molecule of possible biological origin had been detected in the atmosphere of Venus drew my attention back to a world I hadn’t thought about very much for a while, but I did think at the time there had been other hopeful announcements in that vein that had just sort of faded from wider attention.
December: Returning to the opening episodes of the anime OVAs listed on a preserved poster for the first club show I attended at university had been enjoyable in general, in a way that seemed a bit broader than sheer nostalgia.