We Have to Make This Moment Last

A/N: I’ve decided to write these on Saturdays and publish them on Sundays. I can write these pretty quickly, but posting them is a whole other thing. You know how it is.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!! I love October. I love spooky season. I love fall vibes. I love Halloween.

The weather is scaring me. Hopefully, it gets cold. It’s a strange, horrible thing to say, but I’d rather have an ice age than a … hot age? Hold on, I need to look this up.

Apparently, the times when the earth is covered by large ice sheets are called glacial periods and the times when the earth isn’t covered by large ice sheets are called interglacial periods—both are part of an ice age. We are currently in an interglacial period, or epoch, called the Holocene (a beautiful name for a baby), which began about 11,700 years ago, at the end of the last glacial period, the Pleistocene (twins?!). Both the Holocene and Pleistocene are part of the Quaternary Period, which is the third and current period of the Cenozoic Era, AKA our era!

Some people (do not ask me who) claimed that we left the Holocene and are now in the Anthropocene—a geological epoch in which human activity has a significant impact on the climate and environment. However, the International Union of Geological Sciences have voted against using this term as an official unit of geological time.

Guys, okay, wait. This is actually fascinating to me, and somewhat comforting?? We’re going down this rabbit hole.

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Oop. Never mind, it stopped being comforting. Wow, what a quick turnaround.

I’m getting conflicting information about when the next glacial period will begin, but Wikipedia says at least 50,000 years. Scientists are saying that the global warming caused by human-emitted greenhouse gasses is so damn strong that the next glacial period is probably delayed, and that a Grand Solar Minimum (I don’t know) won’t even have a cooling effect on the earth because of how damn strong it is!

What I’m hearing is, we’re not getting that ice age—that is, glacial period—anytime soon. Though, Miss Holocene is quite unstable currently, so we may get freezing temperatures at some random point(s). 

Also, geological scientists are believing that we’re currently amidst the sixth mass extinction. It’s titled the Holocene extinction, or the Anthropocene extinction. I think you can take a guess as to what’s the main driving factor of it. El oh el.

Yeesh, that is a depressing way to end my ice age report. It’s like walking through the evolution exhibit at the Field Museum where it ends with telling you how many species went extinct that day. I apologize for being a bit of a downer, but this has been on my mind a whole lot recently, and this blog is meant to be a space for the stuff that’s been on my mind a whole lot.

Here’s how I see it: We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty. See, now, y’all get me. You get how the Hamilton I was quoting last week was actually so on base.

Listen, I don’t want global warming just as much as the next guy. I’m so incredibly fearful of it, and it makes me so incredibly depressed. What saddens me, and enrages me, and stresses me the most is that I can’t really do anything about it. I can make efforts to go green. I can recycle, thrift, and wear environmentally safe sunscreen when I swim in the ocean, but I’m currently left asking the question of what else can I do? Because this doesn’t seem to be enough. And the answer to that is seeming like… Nothing.

I’m not a political leader, or a big celebrity, or a billionaire, nor do I want to be, so how can I make this huge change that I so desperately want to make? I don’t know. Is it even possible? It doesn’t seem like it.

So now what? If we truly are in the end times as I believe we are and there’s nothing I can do about it, what’s the next move? I’m beginning to think that it’s becoming selfish.

My brain won’t shut up. I need to learn how to make it shut up. We’re learning about Daoism in my religion class, and it’s got some pretty interesting ideas as to how to make it do so. It involves not doing anything. Rather, it involves responding, or acting without any intentional controlling behaviors. Truthfully, I’m a bit confused about it all, but I’m pretty sure accepting change, both positive and negative, is a big part of it. My professor said that the characters who are praised within Zhuangzi (religious text) are the ones who don’t really sweat stuff, and they don’t sweat stuff by going, “Well, this is happening now.” This is the religion where yin and yang derive from, along with, “Go with the flow,” by the way, so there’s that.

Maybe it’s time that I just go, “Well, the world is ending. Anyways…” What do those ellipses lead to? I’m not too sure, but maybe they’re leading to simply making my personal life better. That’s where selfishness comes into play. Maybe I oughta focus on making today a good day for me, instead of wondering if everybody be alive and well in 20 years. This seems like an extremely dangerous way to live, but what if it’s the only way I can live happily?

Shit. I wonder if dinosaurs ever felt existential dread. Maybe they did when the asteroid first hit, but then they probably moved on to focusing on survival. I wonder if it’s time I try doing the same.

Anyways. That’s enough of that. Bitches will do an impromptu research report on ice ages before doing homework.

Over the years, I’ve gotten my nerves down enough to actually, occasionally enjoy scary movies, so I’m hoping to watch a couple this month. I have A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984) and The Thing (1984) on my list (apparently 1984 is calling me), also the X trilogy if I can find it for free somewhere. I’m not too sure if these are considered scary movies, but I may also watch The Lighthouse (2019), The Shining (1980), and Sixth Sense (1999). By the way, if any of you say, “You haven’t seen [movie]?!” I’m sending you evil thoughts.

I’ll probably also rewatch my favorites, Scream (1996) and It: Chapter Two (2019). If you guys haven’t seen the original Scream, you just gotta. That movie changed me for good. So did It: Chapter Two, but you don’t have to watch that one. I can’t even get into why I’m attached to that movie, I just am. Stockholm syndrome or something. Scream on the other hand is so funny and bloody—it’s perfect. Also, slightly horny. As any good slasher movie should be.

Another Halloween movie recommended for y’all (though it’s not actually a Halloween move… question mark?): Lisa Frankenstein (2024). To me, it’s Scream levels of iconic, if not, just a pinch below. Funny, bloody, horny, and goth! You love to see it. Also, so romantic for those with eyes to see.

I just want to make the most out of this month. I’m telling you, we have to make this moment last, dude. You know, the next lyric is, “Scratch that. This is not the moment, it’s the movement,” which changes that line, but, you know, I don’t feel like getting into that right now.

Holy shit, wait a minute. Am I Alexander Hamilton? Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Alexander Hamilton, that is. Why do you write like you’re running out of time?… Why do you always say what you believe?… If I see it coming, do I run or do I let it be?… Young, scrappy and hungry… Oh dear. Well, if I’m LMM’s Hamilton, I’m indirectly Lewis Hamilton, so that’s nice.

I sort of heavily messed up my experiment. Besides going on Pinterest during my suite week, I’ve been watching YouTube during all of this week. Ratas! Mainly because I finished season five of House, needed a palette cleanser before the next one, and had no other show lined up. Oopsies. Going into this next month, I’m going to try to carry on with my experiment. I’m considering moving my Monster High stuff to my photos or to another widget app, so I can delete Pinterest off my phone. I clearly have a ton of stuff to watch for my next palette cleanser, so I don’t think I need to worry too much about staying off the Tube. I keep forgetting to update my Instagram with my high school photos, but I’ll post those soon, so I can forget about it completely. Well… partially…

I’m one of the social media managers for my job. I’m specifically the admin for the Instagram and Facebook accounts, though that just means I’m in charge of posting on those apps—the other manager and I make the posts together. So much for trying to stay off Instagram! No, but going on it for work is different. It may even help me release my social media creativities; it may appease my Instagram story yearning, who knows? If I end up becoming TikTok famous, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I chose that tealish color I had before because of Godzilla: Minus One (2023); I am obsessed with that movie and Godzilla. I love you, Godzilla. Now, the red is giving The Batman (2022) (another Halloween classic, technically). What a fantastic coincidence! From one essential Luna movie to the next. It also gives a bit of Shin Godzilla (2016), so from one Godzilla to the next, too.

I love my linguistics class. Not only is the content so interesting (which I might get more into some other day), but my classmates are quite cool as well. Here’s an example as to why:

Before class one day, a person I sit near said this, when he opened up his laptop, “Oh, my Pinterest is up. That’s embarrassing.”

Then, someone else said this, “Dude, in my other class I had a fucking notes app poem opened.” We laughed. She continued, “And we were doing partner work, switching laptops, so my partner saw it.” We laughed more. “He read the title, and said, ‘I don’t get it.’” We were all doubling over.

So sorry to her, but that is so hilarious. Here’s your reminder to close your tabs.

Alright. F1 time.

During my YouTube relapse this week, I’ve been watching a lot of F1 related content. I love it too much. For real. What a horrible thing for me to like, too. After my whole fucking spiel about being terrified of global warming, I still have the audacity to be obsessed with fucking Sport that Kills the Planet MajorlyTM. Dear lord. I am a mess.

Whatever.

I still think that Max Verstappen will win the WDC, but it is so possible that Lando Norris may win. Frankly, I don’t want him to. I don’t want Verstappen to win either due to Abu Dhabi 2021. I shan’t get into Abu Dhabi 2021 right now, but just know that I hold grudges. An elephant never fucking forgets, bitch. You mess with the wolf, you mess with the pack.

If I had to choose between Verstappen or Norris, I’m flipping a coin. It’s a lose-lose for me. Actually, I might root for Verstappen by a hair literally only because Norris is just pissing me off, man. And I do not want to see what his fans will be like if he wins.

The 2025 season is going to be so insane. At least four rookies, ages 18 to 22; it’s possibly the last season for a couple older drivers; a bunch of drivers and staff are switching teams; and it’s the last season before the greener regulations get put into place. Drama is bound to commence. If there was ever a time to get into F1, now might be it.

This was a deranged post.