While I acknowledge that hammering grommets into place is extremely satisfying, my fingers are in extreme disagreement. They have been hammered one too many times, and al for two grommets. yes, two. two. nothing time won’t heal, and it’s actually a great way to procrastinate making my presentation. I am good at public speaking but it may be my least favorite thing to do ever. Also, the odds are my friend Rob, the maker of the documentary Shark Water has died after a dive. One minute he had surfaced, and the crew looked away, and when they looked back he was gone. So, that’s just great. Perhaps I’m sounding negative but, generally, optimism doesn’t work out so well in a situation like this. Things fall apart, and that’s sometimes just a part of life and must be accepted. But fuck, if it doesn’t fucking suck.