Eric the Blue

Last night, Timberwolves on the west coast, 10 pm local start on a school night, and I, apparently mesmerized by my faves’ poor play, did not rise from the couch and shut it off till around half way through the fourth quarter, or roughly 12:15 am, long past when the outcome was plausibly in doubt.

Well, you are probably wasting your life doing trivial things you enjoy, whereas I’m wasting mine doing trivial things that even I hate, so, even? Doesn’t sound even.

At least I share the misery with my roommates. From this morning’s family chat:

On another note, I was today years old when I found out that you can bet, on Polymarket, on whether the Second Coming of Christ will occur before the year is out. The odds currently stand at 4%, which to me seems high, and I was thinking of betting against it till I learned of the complexities involved in setting up an account, and even then you might not be eligible to bet, depending on your location, etc., etc. Saved by sloth from betting against Jesus.

Honestly, though, isn’t it a no-brainer? Money is only going to be of any use in 2027 if 2026 turns out to be another of those years in which he does not return in all his glory to judge us. The “affordability” issue, in other words, would be rendered moot by the Second Coming. On the other hand, if it develops that this year is in this one respect like the 2000 or so that preceded it, then you’ll still need to pay the bills, and it would therefore make sense to pick up some extra scratch by betting against the Second Coming.