Another Jam-Packed, Fun-Filled Friday

 It's the last Friday of 2024, you guys.

Imma probably going to do a year-end wrap-up between now and New Year's. Don't get excited: It's been a pretty mediocre year.

If this year were a .gif.

But hey, there's only one final Friday each year. This one finishes off a pretty easy week at work. When Christmas falls on a Wednesday, you get a lot of people who just blow off the rest of the week. That means an easy commute, plenty of parking spaces, and almost nobody expecting me to do crazy things like my job.

All day I've gotten exactly two emails that required me to actually respond/take action, and they were literally "Please send me a copy of this thing" and "Oh, also please send me a copy of this other thing." Then there was a calendar invite for something that's happening three weeks from now. Even I can't spin mashing the "Accept" button on a calendar invite into something approaching work.

James probably could. But I'm no 
Godfather of Soul.

So, having rolled in early and skipped lunch, I'm going to take off just as soon as I've hit my eight hours. And I have a spectacular Final Friday planned when I get home. No, I do! I really, really do!

Yeah, no, I totally don't. 

Aw man, remember Philosoraptor?
We were killing it in the 2010s, kids.

Here are some things I'll actually do to pass the hours until Final Friday becomes Swan Song Saturday:

• Look for a better alliterative word to go with Saturday (the above is the best I could do on short notice)
• Eat pasta (I'm looking forward to this one)
• Play fetch with Tacocat
• Adjust the color on my TV (backstory: On Christmas Eve, I wanted to watch my favorite movie adaptation of "A Christmas Carol," the 1951 one with Alistair Sim. All I could find was a [badly] colorized version, so I turned the color setting on my TV all the way down so I could watch it in gloomy b&w the way God intended. Only I didn't notice what the color was initially set to. And now it just seems...wrong. No matter how I adjust it, it's either "colors not appearing in nature" or "old Polaroids that have been sitting in a box since 1983." I will get the balance right, even if I have to risk my sanity by throwing the brightness and contrast settings into the mix.)
• Play with re-designing this page (it's looking as tired as I feel most days)
• Finish the Stephen King novel I started on the plane when I visited the frozen Midwest earlier this month (Holly, if you're interested)
• Demurely sip a cocktail in my typical refined fashion

Whew, that's quite a list, and I haven't even scratched the surface of discarding the refrigerator contents that have sat untouched since 2024 was just a lad in a diaper. 

However you plan to spend the last Friday of this blasted blessed year, have fun, be safe, and come back to find out if I actually did any of this crap or just watched clips from old 70s variety shows until I nodded off. No wagering, please.