Agent Palmer

I’m not sure how or when it happened, and it’s not like I suffered greatly from it to begin with. But I no longer even consider myself a victim of FOMO, the Fear Of Missing Out, when it comes to consuming media.

It goes back to “Must See TV” and the idea of “Watercooler Talk.” And perhaps that is where we should begin.

With so much remote and hybrid work, there just isn’t the same workplace environment that there used to be.

It’s been more than six years since I started a post with “I’m not sure if I’ll do this again, or if so, how often,” but here I finally am again. Consider this another “take out the trash” from my mind post.

Now, it’s not really trash, of course. It’s just that when I sat down to draft this post, I had too many competing ideas. It felt better to write a little bit about a few of them than to try to compete with the chaos and work on just one.

I’ve written about it here and spoken of it on my podcast in various episodes. In high school, I was a shapeshifter. I was in marching band, jazz band, pep band, and symphonic band. I ran cross country and track. I was in a classic rock cover band and a metal band.

I did Science Olympiad and hung out with the gifted kids even after my grades kept me from officially joining. I messed around with the school paper and yearbook.

I haven’t done a Geek Space post in a while, and while the “Two Bakshi Walls” post is in this house and this office, to be specific, the last time I wrote about a shelf, it was back in my previous living space.

So I decided that I would focus on the shelf that is literally behind me when I sit at my desk to write, podcast, edit, work, all of the things. This shelf is pretty cool, though I’m in front of it and it isn’t seen much. This post will change all of that.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve recently found myself being more intrigued by documentaries and docu-series than with the fiction that’s being released right now. It could be my age, the current state of fiction, or just the state of content right now.

But what I do know is that it’s the truth. And maybe it’s that truth is often stranger – or more attention-grabbing – than fiction.