I really don’t know what to write. But, I promised a blog post, so you’re getting a blog post. I apologize in advance for all of the randomness.
Or: I can’t stay silent any longer.
It’s 2019. Fascism, violent racism, mass shootings, and hateful rhetoric are all on the rise. The current occupant of the White House regularly attacks critics or “enemies” on Twitter, to thunderous applause from his supporters. In addition to all of that, I’ve been facing down a lot of personal issues: the breakup with my longtime girlfriend, a trip down the depression spiral, a job change, and much more. These are interesting times.
“But Ross,” you ask, “what does any of that have to do with The Twice-Lost Geek?”
Ideally, I began The Twice-Lost Geek as a way to talk about my passion for roadside attractions, oddities, and all things geek, but I feel it is irresponsible to not use my platform (as small as it is) to speak out against all of the injustices in the world. I want to start writing again, reboot the podcast, and be able to talk about all of the things I’m interested in or concerned with.
Warning – the following post contains a controversial opinion:
I don’t understand the appeal of apple cider slushies.
To begin, I love Fall. I love bonfires, my local county fair, getting to wear hoodies, the smell of decaying leaves, dressing up for Halloween, and apple cider… hot (or at least room temperature) apple cider, that is. Fall and apple cider go together like peanut butter and jelly or Daryl Hall and John Oates, or Charlie Sheen and winning. Fall isn’t Fall without a steaming mug of apple cider.